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Right

By: WFEATHER



The blanket wrapped tightly about her otherwise naked body, she kneels before the fireplace. As she basks in the warmth of the fire, she watches the wild dances of the many flames, drawn in by their hypnotic movements. Focusing her attention on the yellow-orange light, she falls inside herself, deep into her mind, thinking back upon the evening, an evening her overprotective father would absolutely abhor. 

She had first heard of bondage in the high school locker room, when a few of the older girls in her gym class boasted about having been tied to a tree or a bed or even just a chair, and how their feeble struggles would turn on the guys in their midst. At that time, she had never even dated, let alone kissed a boy, and simply could not understand how a girl's restraint could be so enthralling to a guy, how being secured in an inescapable manner could possibly be considered "erotic." 

It was not until the end of her first year in college when she trusted someone enough to even allow him a simple glimpse of her bra strap, let alone bare her body to him. Yet even he had talked admiringly about bondage, about taking his time in methodically tying a girl to the bedposts, then using a sharp knife to slice the clothes from her body as she quivered in anticipation and in fear, then watching her squirm and listening to her grunts and cries as he hurt her in various ways, and if she had aroused him enough with her futile struggles and her plaintive cries, he might just undress and make her scream yet again – this time in pleasure. Fifteen minutes later after relating those bizarre details, he had been banished from her dorm room, never to be invited to return, yet his words had somehow touched something deep within her, something she did not understand. 

Kneeling now before the fireplace, intensely watching the mesmerizing dance of the fire, she still does not understand. 

Working a closing shift at a local convenience store that summer, she was home alone for the majority of each day, her father busy at work and her mother long ago deceased. Even though she did not understand what was happening inside her mind, inside her soul, she felt compelled to learn more. The Internet became her library, providing her with virtually an unlimited number of resources. The stories, the movie clips, the audio files, the pictures, the instruction manuals, the adult stores, the chat rooms, the online diaries, all these resources were suddenly at her fingertips – she needed only to think and type, and suddenly new realms of bizarre, forbidden knowledge was presented to her. 

The knowledge was ingested, internalized. Somehow, she was never sated – the more she read, the more she heard, the more she saw, the more she craved. She typed again, and again, and again. She read again, and again, and again. She heard again, and again, and again. She watched again, and again, and again. She could not find enough to satisfy her quest in understanding exactly what it is the was so appealing in the shaming and punishing of scores of young women – seemingly simply for the biological fact that they were born into this world as females – for seemingly all the submissives (her preferred term, as "slaves" carried too heavy a historical weight) were unquestionably female. 

Classes resumed, and friends – male and female alike – commented admiringly that she seemed to carry herself with a renewed sense of self. She felt as if nothing had changed, yet those comments carried a lot of weight, filling her with the "renewed sense of self" with which they had attributed her. Except for a few new somewhat-modest clothes upon her return to college, the only change in her life was her summer research in a subject the haughty faculty certainly would not tolerate in an academic institution. 

In the following few years, she became more and more aware of bondage in mainstream media. The underwater chain bondage of the Bond Babe in Tomorrow Never Dies stayed imprinted upon her memory for a long time. Sailor Moon's entrapment among the vines of an Earth-threatening asteroid also intrigued her to no end. These occurrences of bondage seemed to appear more and more often, further fueling her need to learn more. 

In time, it seemed that thoughts of bondage consumed her. She looked at the thin metal posts of the beds in her dorm room, inspecting the metal for signs that the room's previous occupants may have used these same posts as anchors for some wayward girl's (consensual?) restraint. She attended a friend's volleyball game and looked up toward the rafters of the gymnasium, almost instantly imagining the twelve women all suspended from the metal supports in the ceiling as they struggled for freedom. Her roommate returned late at night with a flushed face, walking a little gingerly, and she speculating if she had just spent time being punished by her boyfriend just for being female. She visited a friend in a nearby dorm and wondered if the candles lining the lone window were ever used to torment a bare breast with their melting wax. Occasionally, a guy's belt would catch her eye, and she found herself conjecturing if he had ever beaten his girlfriends with it. 

Eventually, she admitted the inevitable to herself: She was curious about bondage and dominance, about sadism and masochism. Yet she felt it was a secret she had to keep hidden deep, deep within her. 

Still, she attempted to learn more. Summer came, and she returned to the same summer job, working the same closing shift. With her father at work during the day, she resumed her research in earnest, and finally began to part with some of her hard-earned money. A pay site subscription provided a new plethora of "reference materials" to her, while online auctions provided her with easily-hidden, unlabeled discs with all sorts of videos to watch on her computer in the privacy of her bedroom. Yet as she cringed at the sight of a heavy leather whip slicing yet again into a nude woman's curvaceous flesh, she longed to feel that pain, to experience that humiliation, to cry those tears, to produce that scream. For some reason, she wanted to feel the rough rope biting into her skin, the candles' wax being unceremoniously poured upon each nipple, the handcuffs chaffing her thin wrists. For some reason, she wanted her body to be cut open by a brutal lashing, bruised by powerful slaps, dented by vicious bites, violated by enormous erections. 

That last realization scared her more than any other at the time. Even as she kneels before the fireplace years later, that simple thought still startles her, even as she finds she craves it. 

Into the dancing flames she gazes, remembering the moment when she knew she had found "the one:" the one who had surprised her with his gentlemanly care, the one who had captivated her heart, the one who had challenged her intellectually, the one who had confessed his fantasy of restraining her and hurting her intensely before pleasing her with an equivalent level of passion. Only then did she finally allow him to see more than just a bra strap. Only after that did she finally allow him she the skin hidden underneath all the clothing. Only after that did she finally allow him to explore her very core. 

Yet not until years later could she finally admit to him that she so desperately wanted to make his longtime fantasy a reality – not for him, but for her. She remembered the tears she had shed – the tears of shame, the tears of vulnerability, the tears of relief – as she revealed her deepest, innermost secret to him, right here in front of the fireplace as his enormous erection filled her completely and he surrounded her with his love and his devotion. 

Now, she kneels before the fireplace, the flickering light of the many dancing flames unable to pierce the blanket to illuminate the painful markings. She can still feel flakes of dried wax clinging to her chest and stomach. She can still feel the rawness of her wrists from the metal cuffs worn as they dangled from a secured bolt in the basement ceiling. She can still feel the throbbing in her derrière after the lengthy spanking. She can still feel the bite of the clamps at the base of her nipples. She can still feel the power of his hands at her throat as he made love to her. She can still feel the vulnerability and fear and trust that fills her every time they play. Yet somehow, despite her overly-protective upbringing, it all feels right. 

It simply feels right.

Right



Alice had always been a good girl, a loving daughter. Her parents raised her to be that way, both of them compassionate towards her, even if not towards each other. When Alice was only ten years old, her parents had divorced, leaving her to live with her father when her mother left. She was eighteen now, almost ready to leave for college. She always knew that her mom was not completely chaste, to say the least. Her father, on the other hand, never took another wife, or even girlfriend for that matter, and Alice had always wondered how he managed to stay alone for such a long time.

As she grew older, the boys at school started to take notice of her beauty. Her lovely pale skin, shiny brown hair, her large hazel eyes, plump red lips, and of course her breasts, which needed no push up bra to make them look impressive. But for some reason, Alice found no interest in the silly boys at school, seeing them as immature and, to be blunt, dull. In her loneliness, Alice turned to the Internet, being full of pornographic movies, audio sex stories, and erotic fiction. She dreamt of one day finding the perfect sexual partner, a mature man who would take care of her the way she needed. Alice also had a taste for the darker side of pornography, stories of BDSM and domination. 

She happily reveled in her explorations, until one day, when her father found a link to a pornographic site in her search history. She thought she had been so careful, but she let one slip, and dad was not happy. He lectured her about how young she was, and not to ever look at these sites again, that she had plenty of time for 'that stuff' when she was an adult. Luckily for Alice, this was just one little link to a completely normal porno, and her father had no idea she was masturbating to it. Hearing her father speak of these things, him being the first to talk to her about sex, she had to admit to herself that she got a little turned on. 

She always knew that her father was very attractive, even at his age. With his strong jaw, piercing blue eyes and neatly cut hair, light brown with a bit of gray in it. He was also very fit, as he visited the gym regularly. What she didn't know is that she could be attracted to him, despite her own knowledge of how incredibly wrong that idea was. Alice pushed this absurd thought to the back of her mind, only becoming aware of it each time she reached her climax, when an image of her father would pop into her head, sending her over the edge. 

It was an average Friday for Alice, she began her day by going to school, followed by lunch out and an afternoon of masturbation in her room. She lay on her bed, the only clothes left on her being her lacy pink panties, with one hand down them, rubbing slowly up and down her lips, getting her prepared for what she had in store for herself. 

Without her knowledge, her dad was let off of work early from his car dealership, and he would be returning home straight away. As he pulled into their driveway, she continued to get herself off, unaware of anything going on around her. He opened the front door, cursing to himself as he tripped over Alice's backpack thrown on the floor. He loved her, but he was growing steadily more annoyed with Alice's careless behavior around the house. He was always a bit rash, and he noticed it at his job and especially around his wife. In fact, his temper was one of the reasons she decided to leave. He did his best and tried to not take anything out on Alice, but she did seem to test his limits from time to time. He told himself that it was just her becoming a teenager, and difficulties were expected with her mother being away. Dropping his own briefcase and beginning to loosen his tie, he called out for his daughter.

"Alice? I'm home early, are you here?" 

Getting no reply, he decided to head upstairs and get changed into something more comfortable. On his way to his room, he was able to pick up on a soft moan coming from Alice's room, immediately knowing what that meant. Glaring, he turned around and looked through the crack in her door, amazed by what he saw in front of him. There, in her room, was his daughter, legs spread wide open, one hand in between them. Looking on in shock, he noticed that she was also topless, and he now noticed saw that his little girl had grown up quite a bit. Snapping out of his trance, he grew furious that she was doing this behind his back, he didn't want her to end up a whore like her mother. He wanted her to remain an innocent little girl, and as long as she lived in his house, she would act like it. Without any warning to her, he shoved the door open and stormed inside.

"Alice! What the hell are you doing? We talked about this!" 

Startled as ever, Alice sat up suddenly, looking at her father like a deer in the headlights. She yanked her hand out of her panties, shutting her legs and drawing them to herself in hiding.

"Dad! What are you doing home?!" 

"How dare you try and question me right now, I asked you a question and you're gonna answer it. Now if you can't do that, I'll just have to take more serious action!" 

Now frightened from her fathers tone of voice, Alice thought of what these actions could be. He could take her phone away, ground her, or take her laptop, which gave her access to her pornography. Realizing this, she decided to try and give him a good answer.

"Ok ok! I was touching myself, alright? I just can't help it! Im not meant to stay celibate or anything!" 

"You touching yourself may not be the only issue here, Alice. What exactly gets you off?" 

Startled by this personal question, Alice blushed and turned her head away, knowing full well that her blunt and honest answer would do more than ruffle dads feathers. 

"Y-you can't just ask me that!" 

"Oh now you're telling me what I can and can't do? Get the fuck over here. NOW, Alice." 

Worried about what her father might do, like spank her, Alice decided she needed to be more firm. Maybe if she was confidently rebellious instead of a goodie-two-shoes, she could get away with more stuff, or at least this situation.

"No! I'm not moving or explaining myself!" 

She spoke in her loudest voice, trying to keep it from shaking as much as she could, and failing. Despite this, she looked her father straight in the eye, showing him that she wasn't about to back down.

"Did you just talk back to me? Hold your fucking tongue if you don't want me taking your precious little laptop. I know what you do on there!"

She forgot that he could still take her laptop. Letting out a sigh of resignation, she decided to give in and take whatever punishment he gave her, even physical, if it meant she could keep her porn.

"Ok... I'm sorry da-"

"Are you not listening to me or have you gone deaf? I said, hold your tongue, Alice. Get your index finger and your middle finger, and hold your tongue until I've decided you've learned your lesson." 

Astounded by this new method of punishment, Alice timidly reached up with her hand, grabbing her tongue between her two fingers, holding them there. 

As time went on, she felt more and more humiliated by this ridiculous act, especially with dad standing there with his hands on his hips, obviously judging her. She had to admit though, she was slightly aroused by this situation, her being topless, her fingers in her mouth, her father watching her intently. At the thought, Alice quickly averted her eyes, sure that he would be able to see how turned on she was. 

"Are you ready to talk now?" 

He spoke in a bit softer tone, still not calmed down completely. Alice gave him a nod, removing her fingers. Her father raised his eyebrows, expecting her full and honest answer to his previous question.

"I... I have a porn addiction. I have to look at it every day... And if I don't I just feel... Empty. You understand, don't you? I mean... You're always alone... And I don't know how you could possibly go that long without-" 

"Ok that's enough, Alice. We don't need to delve any deeper into my sexual life. Is there anything else you'd like to confess? After you get everything off your chest, you can be rid of this obsession." 

Not wanting to keep any more secrets from him, Alice decided to give him her full confession. She took a deep breath, and let go.

"I've been looking at incest stuff! Taboo videos, stories, that's it though! That's the last thing, no need for further questions, right?" 

Although he suspected it, hearing Alice say these things shocked him more than ever. He knew that this meant she was attracted to him, she had no siblings and openly hated her mother for leaving. He also couldn't deny that seeing her topless, with her little fingers holding her soft tongue, made his cock twitch in his pants. Getting furious at both Alice and himself for these bizarre thoughts, he found himself unable to control his anger anymore.

He stormed over to Alice, gripping her small throat with his strong hand, forcing her to look up at him with those large, innocent eyes and terrified expression. 

"You can never have thoughts like that. Do you understand me?" 

Trembling, Alice tried to nod her head, stifling a sob as she looked up at her father, who was closer than ever to her. In fact, he was so close that when she outstretched her leg to try to push him off, she was able to feel his cock beginning to harden behind his pants. Feeling this, she froze and made eye contact, wondering if he too noticed. 

"D-do you have these thoughts?"

Alice's question was hardly even a whisper, she was too scared to talk to him, and his throat was gripping her throat, making it even more difficult to speak.

Without any warning, Alice's father leaned in suddenly, pressing his lips to hers in a forceful kiss. His hand remained around her neck as he moved his lips against his daughters, reveling in the feeling he got from finally having some human contact like this. Alice, completely shocked at his action, stayed still at first, but quickly closed her eyes, delighting in the fact that her first kiss is with someone so mature and handsome, even if that person was her father, making this so taboo. She gladly returned the kiss, running her tongue across his bottom lip, trying to gain access to his mouth.

Her father pulled his head back abruptly, a concerned expression on his face as he searched both of her eyes, knowing that he wouldn't be able to turn back now, he needed to have his daughter. 

Alice let out a small yelp when her dad grabbed her legs, yanking them hard, making her collapse on the bed, now lying on her back below him. He removed his belt, pants, and boxers quickly before getting onto the bed before Alice, only giving her a second to see his large cock for the first time, fully hard, and, to Alice, very intimidating. 

"You're gonna be gentle, r-right daddy?" 

She looked up at him, biting her lip nervously as her father removed her panties, tossing them to the side. He grabbed himself with one hand, rubbing his cock along her pussy lips, letting out a groan. 

"Fuck, Alice, you're so wet already..." 

Now more nervous then aroused, she lay there, aware that her father was paying no attention to her as he began to push himself into her for the first time slowly, stretching her out gradually.

"Ohhh..." 

Both of them groaned loudly, Alice in her un-comfort and her Father in a pleasure he had never felt, he had never taken anyone's virginity before. She was so tight around him, wet and warm and inviting. When he was all the way inside of his daughter, he rolled his head back in gratification, grabbing her narrow hips for support as he starting pumping in and out slowly.

"You're so goddamn tight, little girl..."

Steadily adjusting to the feeling of him inside of her, Alice opened her eyes and looked down at the sight of dads big cock disappearing inside her virgin pussy, wincing as he gave his first hard thrust. After he gave a few more pushes in and out, she began to enjoy this feeling of being stretched, and felt wonderfully full. 

"Faster, daddy..." 

She gave out more little moans, gripping the sheets beside her while he sped up, per her request. As he began picking up the pace, her dad groaned and gave her little praises like 'good girl' or 'tighten up for daddy' every now and then, which made her more and more wet with every phrase, giving her butterflies in her tummy. 

His thrusts becoming rapid now, Alice began to cry out in pleasure, loving the feeling of daddy pounding away at her little pussy. She began to have that familiar feeling of getting closer to the edge, and she knew this time would be better than ever before. Her father was so much more than any clip that she watched or erotic story that she read. He was real, he was there in front of her, and she knew for sure that he loved her. 

"Daddy... I'm close.. I'm g-gonna... Ohh fuckk yess!!" 

She arched her back towards him, climaxing harder than she ever had before in her life. As her pussy contracted tightly around his cock, her father leaned down, still greedily grasping her hips, and took her in for another passionate kiss. Alice wrapped her arms around her daddy, digging her nails into his back as she rode out her orgasm. This sent him over the edge, and he groaned loudly against her lips as he spilled his cum into his sweet, good little girl. She was his now, his and no one else's. She would now always be his precious little baby girl. He bit onto her lip softly before pulling back, looking down and seeing what he had made of his daughter.

Alice lay limp underneath him, panting heavily and flushed, completely spent with her fathers cock still inside her. Looking at her like this, he finally realized what he'd done. He fucked his own daughter, his offspring, like she was a dirty whore. He looked at her with disbelief, as she looked up at him with adoration. 

"Alice... This can never happen again." 

With that, he stood up, grabbed his clothes and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Still exhausted, Alice looked at her door, confused and a bit heartbroken. She wanted more, and wondered if that made her greedy, or even a slut. Alice knew she was supposed to feel a tremendous amount of guilt, but she didn't. If this was supposed to be so wrong, why did it feel so right?



Right Answer Ch. 01



Amusement skitters across my senses as the shock of your outburst fades. You had been such a good little sub until then, faithfully serving without complaint or hesitation.

I turn to face you where you still kneel on the floor, your arms and hands tied behind your back, a shiny new cock ring constricting beautifully, and frown. "Such outbursts will not be tolerated," I warn.

To push the threat home I retrieved a riding crop from the bedside table and motion for you to stand.

Regret darkens your eyes, but you do as you're told. I stand in front of you, my stance commanding. Tapping the toe of my black platform boots I point my crop at your chin and demand an explanation. "Tell me again what you said and then explain to me why you said it."

Swallowing uncomfortably, you close your eyes. "I don't want Mistress to bring another slave home."

When you hesitate to continue I smack the crop hard against the underside of your ball sac. "Why?" I demand.

Whimpers of pain slip past your trembling lips. "Because, I want to be all Mistress needs."

I arch a wry eyebrow. Jealousy in a sub is serious, but not unexpected.

"Your wants," I whisper in your ear, "were forfeited when you gave yourself to me."

I step back, grab hold of your straining erection, and pull you forward into me. "Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Yes, Mistress," you whisper, but you don't sound sincere.

I continue to tighten my grip on your straining length, gathering the sac into my fingers as well. You know your outburst demands that I punish you. You know it's coming, but you don't know what's coming.

Slowly I bring you to kneel on the floor, guiding you by your cock. "What if I desire to see you taken by another slave?" I ask, watching your reaction carefully. "What if it makes me hot thinking about that tight little ass of yours getting stretched as I suck on your cock?"

You shake your head in denial, but your cock pulses eagerly against my hand. "That's what I thought," I said as I retrieve a vibrator and show it to you. "I'm going to tap that sweet little ass of yours and then you're going to show me how much you like it by coming for me."

As your gaze locks onto the dildo in my hand you whimper. "Please Mistress, it's too big..."

A quick slap across your swollen cock with the ridding crop silences your protest. "You've gotten awfully lippy all of a sudden."

You fall forward and try to kiss my feet but I shove you over onto your side. Kisses won't get you out of trouble. Forcing you to lie on your swollen length, butt proffered, face to the floor; I land a series of punishing strikes across your ass.

Eyes pinched closed, lips locked tightly together; you take your punishment dutifully. Beautiful welts begin to rise on your smooth butt cheeks, red spreading like a cloud across the offended flesh. I pause in my assault and drag a fingernail across the welts; a startled hiss is my reward.

"On your knees," I command. "Face flat on the floor, and spread your legs."

You scamper to comply, pressing your face into the carpet and sticking your ass out. I check your cock ring, making sure it's still secure but not damaging, and then drag my hand up the seam of your ass. Tendons and muscles tighten in anticipation, you tense and wait anxiously for me to continue.

A jolt of cold lube dribbles over your welts, shocking you. You almost raise your face off the floor, but stop yourself at the last second and wait. I take the vibrator and run it over the lube, rubbing it through the slick substance and then down between your cheeks, stopping at your tight entrance.

The blunt tip pushes at the opening and you moan, almost in pleasure, but mostly out of uncertainty. I know I am the first to enter your virgin ass and the thought excites me.

Slowly I push the vibe in, slowly, tortuously. You tense and grunt. "Don't fight me," I order. "Relax."

Taking a deep breath, you let some of the tension ease out of you and I push the toy in as far as it will go, till the end is just visible. Slowly I begin to work it; in and out slowly, twisting and pushing, pulling it almost out and shoving it in again.

Your hips move involuntarily, soft moans of pleasure escape and I turn on the vibrator and work you faster, reaching under to grab your cock. Now you hiss in pleasure and beg me to allow you to come.

But I don't wish for you to come yet. I release your cock and take up the crop again, smacking a devastating strike across your thighs.

"I am the one in control here, am I not?" I ask.

"Yes Mistress," you answer.

"I get what I want, do I not?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

"And you want to come now?" I ask.

"Only if it pleases Mistress," you say.

Right answer.



Right Answer Ch. 02



Your body shakes as I continue to work your ass with the vibrator, your cock straining with precome dribbling from the tip.

Then I stop. Your panting and moaning slows and your eyes plead for release, but you say nothing and wait patiently, if anxiously, for me to continue.

"Don't worry, I'm not through with you yet." 

I let you raise your face from the floor and sit back on your haunches, vibrator still in your ass. I release your arms and hands from the restraints and allow you to flex them as I drag a chair out to the middle of the floor.

Your gaze follows everything I do and as I stand in front of you your hands move to stroke my calves, easing the zipper down on my boots. We've done this particular routine before and you know when I stand in front of you with my arms raised you are allowed to undress me.

With gentle hands you slip off my boots and then kneel to reach the ties on my corset, slowly drawing the satin through the loops until the garment slips from my breasts and you lay it aside. Your gaze lingers on the mounds of flesh as you look up my torso, eager to rub away the ache they always feel from being confined.

You grip the edge of my lace panties with your teeth and draw them down my thighs, bringing a smile to my face - your hair tickles as you drag them down and let me step out of them.

I stand naked before you and let you gaze for a minute before I move to sit in the chair and motion for you to crawl toward me.

"I ache," I whisper and you smile.

"May I make your aches go away, Mistress?"

"You may," I reply.

With deliberate movements you come closer and begin massaging my calves, slowly working up my thighs and then higher until you are working my breasts. Your sure hands massage away every ache until I am blissfully relaxed.

I raise a leg and rest it over the edge of the chair, opening my core to you. You lean back and sigh. "May I taste your pussy, Mistress, please?"

I nod and lean back, allowing you access. You kiss a path down my stomach and then dip between my thighs. Warmth envelopes my pussy lips as you place kisses and then suck them into your mouth. Your tongue draws a languid line up my slit and then delves inside. You work me to orgasm in record time, sucking and lapping my juices until the spasms subside.

Slowly I push your head away with my foot and order you to kneel. "You've done such a good job I think you deserve a treat."

I put my knees together and sit straighter in the chair. "Fetch my hairbrush." From the expression on your face I can tell it wasn't the treat you were hoping for.

You retrieve the brush and hand it to me then lay across my legs, ass up. The welts from your earlier beating are still red and swollen and when I tap the bristle end of the brush against the angry skin you yelp in surprise. 

I rub a soothing hand over your perfect ass and moan in appreciation as your cock throbs against my leg.

While one hand caresses the seam of your ass the other is raising the brush in preparation to strike. As the caressing hand moves to your shoulders the brush lands on your butt. A rapid serious of strikes has you squirming and crying out.

A darker shade of red blooms across your cheeks and heat begins to radiate. "How many more?" I ask.

You whimper and squirm, struggling to draw a calming breath. "However many pleases Mistress," you breath.

Good answer. I drop the brush on the floor and place kisses on your bruised behind while your sobs quiet, stroking a gentle hand through your hair.

Finally I let you up.

"Thank you, Mistress." You bow and kiss my feet as I stand. 

I point to the chair. "Sit."

You gently sit in the chair and wait for further instructions, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Move your ass to the edge of the chair and place your hands on the arms."

You do as instructed and I strap your arms to the chair, then your legs. I kneel before you and take off your cock ring, placing a light kiss on the tip of your bulging cock. I forcefully tap the end of the vibrator that's still in your ass and you flinch.

"Are you ready to play?" I ask.

"Yes, Mistress."

I turn on the vibrator and begin working it in and out of your ass. Your cock swells and pulses as you moan. The beauty of your manhood draws me in, begging to be tasted, suckled, and I slowly lower my lips over the engorged flesh and relish the hiss of pleasure that greets my ears.

I work the vibrator in time with my mouth, sucking and enjoying your moans and groans of pleasure. Your hips thrust and your cock pulses. Precome graces my tongue and your ball sac tightens. I withdraw your cock from my warm mouth and look up.

"Do you want to come?" I ask seductively.

You raise your head from where it's fallen back against the back of the chair and grunt incoherently as I work the vibrator a little harder.

"What was that, love, I didn't quite understand you."

Just as you're about to answer I lower my mouth over your cock and suck hard. "Oh, god!" you exclaim, bucking against my efforts, pushing your cock deep into my throat.

I grab your balls and squeeze as I let your cock slip from my lips. "What was that?" I tease.

"Oh, Mistress, if it pleases you, may I come?!"

I smile and begin massaging your sac. "You've been such a good boy, I want you to come for me, love, give me all your passion."

"Oh, yes," you hiss as I lower my mouth back over your cock. I move in earnest, meeting your thrusts, sucking and working the vibrator in and out of your eager ass.

Suddenly spasms wrack your body and hot seed erupts in my mouth. I suck and swallow until you are begging me to stop, bucking and moaning from the intensity. Slowly I ease up and let your cock slide from my lips, licking and smiling as your jerk and hiss.

I sit back and smile at you. "You were such a good sub, maybe I'll let you rest a bit before I let you try out my new St. Andrew's."

Shock floods your face as you answer, "As you wish, Mistress."

Right answer.



Right at You



1.

Stephanie took out a long white cigarette out of her purse, lit it and blew a long puff up over the bar.

Both women were dressed in business suits, Stephanie being a blond thirty- year old, pretty with a good complexion and full lips; Angie being equally attractive with brown hair.

"You want another beer?" Stephanie said to her friend.

"Okay."

It was around 5:45 in the afternoon and the two women had been drinking after work for about forty-five minutes. The bar was about half full.

"Did you get the Gorson case yet?" Angie asked.

"Nope, not until next week probably," Stephanie replied.

Stephanie took another drink of beer.

Angie said, "Did you read the new Harry Potter book?"

"No I've read all of the others, I really like those books," Stephanie replied.

Stephanie said, "You see that guy sitting over at the table?" 

"Wow! He's hot," Angie replied with her mouth open.

"Wanna go ask him out?" Stephanie said grinning.

"I don't know, I don't know if I'm up to it," Angie said.

"Kate, Claire and I have really been into this whole dominant girl thing, and it's a Goddamn blast," Stephanie said and rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Angie asked with interest.

"I mean we hit on the guys first, we ask them out, and we do the whole dom girl thing; pinch their asses, blow smoke on them, tie them up if they'll let us, order them to say yes ma'am, no ma'am that kind of thing, have threesomes," Stephanie said and giggled.

"Fuck, that sounds awesome," Angie said, impressed.

"Yeah."

"Wow," Angie said, "I've never tied a guy up," she threw her hair back and laughed.

"Well, we don't tie them hard, just little silk scarves and stuff."

Stephanie ran her hair through her silky shoulder length blond hair then she said, "You know, show them who's boss, masturbate them."

"Uh huh."

"You know Mehan's?" Stephanie said. "Well I was in there getting wasted after work about a month ago and I picked up this nineteen year old, man, was he hot!" She said, bragging. "I took him back to my house and I smoked him, tied him up and masturbated him; and get this, after we get done I told him that he would have to come over when ever I wanted to tie him up and he said, okay!" 

"Wow!" Angie said.

Stephanie put her cigarette out in the ashtray and exhaled the smoke down on the bar, "Man, I have blown him and fucked him six or seven times since, I'm dynamic, men seem to like confidence." 

"Cool," Angie replied.

"Claire is the total Ms. Badass, she's my example," Stephanie said.

'I don't think I ever met her."

"She used to work in the office, until she got caught in bed with one of the partner's sons," Stephanie laughed.

"What?"

"Ms. Schoenfeld's 19 year old son!"

"Wow!" Angie said.

Stephanie took a swallow of beer.

"She's my age which means she's 31, but she's got a thing for young guys, when she was around the office, it was one 19 or 20 year old kid after another. Some of the women there just hated her, all these kids were just stunning, it was almost like she had a Goddamn harem of them or something," Stephanie said.

"Wow, that's really something, I'll bet some of the women were jealous of her."

"Well some of the other women hated her, she looked like a fashion model too, tall and willowy, and she had a couple of kinks," Stephanie giggled.

"What do you mean, kinks?" Angie said, intrigued.

"Well she used to say that she could control men with smoke, she's the one that taught me about using smoke as a tool," Stephanie said and started laughing.

"I could start smoking again," Angie said laughing.

"What she said to me was that it didn't work with every guy but that there were a good amount of men who like smoke, and these guys she could wrap around her little finger. She could make them do anything she wanted, all she had to do was blow smoke on them," Stephanie said laughing.

Stephanie said, "She was like my teacher, she was really Ms. Badass. I had never seen some of this stuff, and I was with her and I saw her pick up a guy in a restaurant, and we went back to her place and she smoked him, masturbated him and then we both fucked him, God it was really an eye opener!"

"I'll bet!" Angie said open-mouthed.

"Do you remember Rachel?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah."

"She has this young son that when you saw him was about 13 or 14, well he turned 18 about six months ago, and they threw like a barbecue type party about a month or so after school was out," Stephanie sipped her beer.

"Okay," Angie said.

"Well, Claire and I were invited and we went over, and this kid was a total babe, I meant he was to die for, so Claire saw him and her eyes just about fell out of her head...

2.



"Do you see what I see?" Claire said.

"And how! You know what, I think that's Rachel's son," Stephanie said.

"No way! I thought he was like twelve years old," Claire said rolling her eyes.

It was after the barbecue and the two women were standing talking with the other guests. They both were holding mugs of beer.

"No, he's grown up now, he just graduated from high school last month, Rachel was talking at work about what she was going to get him for his eighteenth birthday."

"I'll say he's grown up, look at that ass and shoulders, Jesus Christ!" Claire exclaimed.

"Yeah awesome," Stephanie replied laughing.

"He's completely gorgeous!" Claire said excitedly. "I didn't see him when we were eating."

"I think he just came in."

"Wow!" Claire exclaimed.

"You think you're so cool, why don't you go talk to him?" Stephanie said teasing her friend.

"I'm going to ask him over to my place right now," Claire said.

"Man, he's gorgeous," Stephanie laughed at Claire.

"I think he'd make a nice addition to the CFNM group don't you?" Claire giggled.

"Right!" Stephanie laughed.

"Well, good luck," Stephanie said.

"It's not luck," Claire said throwing her glossy dark hair around.

"I'm going over and introduce myself and ask him to come over later for drinks, Claire said smirking at Stephanie.

3.



He had seen the women talking on the other side of the room and had seen them looking at him and smiling and laughing, but could not hear what they were saying. He knew Stephanie from his Mom's job but couldn't place the dark haired beauty that kept looking his way. He looked down at the coke he was drinking and then looked up and saw the dark haired girl walking towards him. He was standing not too far from the bathroom and figured that she was headed for that but then she came and stood in front of him. She was tall with wide shoulders and muscular leggy hips, wearing a short black leather skirt and a revealing white blouse. She was dark complected with a pretty mouth and green eyes.

"Hi!" she said loudly, beaming at him.

"Hi!" the kid replied.

The woman standing in front of him was very attractive but at least 7 or 8 years older than he was, the kid thought.

"I'm Claire Revelle, I'm a friend of your Mom's but I don't think I've been around you for four or five years," she said.

"How are you?" he replied.

"Oh fine, you have a nice house here, I like your barbecue set up," she said.

"Yeah, we've fixed this house up a lot since we moved in back in 1999," the kid said.

Claire made a lot of eye contact while attempting not to stare, he was about six feet tall, angular but strong looking with muscular legs and thighs and wide deep shoulders and chest, a baby face with piercing gray eyes.

"So I heard you just got out of school, congratulations on that," she said.

So that's what it is, another one of Mom's friends congratulating him on graduation. He thought.

"Oh yeah, I didn't like high school all that well," he said.

"I know what you mean," Claire said.

She beamed at him again, then said "Hey you know I don't believe in beating around the bush, do you know why I came over to talk to you?"

"No?" he replied.

"My friend Steph over there bet me that I wouldn't come over here and ask you over to my place for drinks after the barbecue," she giggled.

"Whoa," he said.

"You can get out for the night can't you?" she continued to try to make eye contact even after he turned his head.

"Yes," he said.

"Excellent!" she replied.

"So how about it babe?" Claire smiled at him.

"Well you've really caught me off guard, I don't know," the kid said, not looking at Claire.

"So you don't think you can make it?" she asked.

"Boy I don't know, I don't think so, I'm not sure," the cute boy said almost sheepishly.

"Well, alright let me know if you change your mind," Claire replied.

She turned and walked back towards Stephanie.

"So how'd you make out?" Steph said excitedly.

"Well..." Claire said softly.

"What happened, did he turn you down?" Stephanie asked.

The two women sat down on a small couch.

"He didn't turn me down exactly, he just wasn't sure," Claire said.

"Well, what's the little motherfucker's problem?" Steph said.

Claire looked at Stephanie, then she said, "He was just surprised, older woman hitting on him and stuff, give him a little time. Maybe he'll come around."

"Do you think he's queer?" Stephanie said.

"No, I don't think so, I got the feeling he was just surprised, not that he didn't like me," Claire said.

Claire said, "We'll be having dessert in a little bit and won't be leaving for maybe an hour and a half, he has time to change his mind."

Claire put her thighs together and opened and closed her legs several times, she reached in her purse and pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes, then pulled the plastic paper off, opening the pack.

Claire got a long thin cigarette out and held it, smiled an evil smile, then she said, "Lets see if the little bitch likes smoke." 

"Yeah!" Stephanie said grinning. "Kick his ass!"

"That's exactly what I intend to do."



4.



He stood and stared at the dark-haired fox as she sauntered off. Was she serious, he thought, she certainly didn't look like she was kidding. I'm too young for her, still she seemed interested, the thought. His mind was racing.

He watched as she sat down on the couch with Stephanie. She tossed her glossy dark hair around and squirmed her ass on the couch; she put her legs together, crossed and uncrossed them. He looked away for a minute, when he looked back she had a long cigarette in her hand, she's staring at me he thought. So he looked away for a bit. When he looked back, she again made eye contact and tilted her head back and put the cigarette in her mouth and lit it. Then she blew a thick puff at the floor. He saw the two women laughing, I wonder what they're talking about, he thought to himself. 

He looked away, when he looked back, she again looked at him, the smoke went into her mouth, and blew a thick puff out over the room.

He went and sat in a chair over by the sliding glass doors and tried to forget about it.

After a minute or so a voice said, "Got a light?"

"It looks like you already have a light," he replied.

Claire was standing next to him and said, "Yeah, right." 

Then a thick smoke ball went by his head.

"Did you ever think about having a pool put in?" she asked.

"Yeah, we considered it." 

Then she leaned over him and blew a thick full ball of smoke right at him. It was thick and pungent, but surprisingly not unpleasant.

"Whew!" he exclaimed. 

"Do you know anything about being smoked?" she asked.

"No," he answered.

"Look at me!" she said.

The kid looked up, then the burning lit cigarette went back to her mouth, the tip end glowed and then she set herself and another thick opaque smoke ball blasted his face. 

"Wow!" he said.

Claire looked down at the handsome young kid, he had a dreamy smile on his face.

She smirked at him.

"Look up," she commanded.

As he looked up, she grinned an evil smile and put that cigarette back to her mouth again, and again it glowed on a full puff, then she leaned closer and another blast of white smoke hit him right in the face. 

"You want to change your mind about coming over now?" she said through a haze of smoke.

"Okay," he said.

"Good answer! I'll see you about 10:30, I wrote my address on the back of this card."

With that she turned and left.

5.



It was a nice medium sized house set back not too far from the road, he pulled into the driveway and parked behind her car. The house had a lot of nice foundation plantings around it but he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about the older women who had made pass at him and asked him out and now here he was. His heart pounded in his chest.

He was wearing the same clothes that he had on at the party, dark dress pants with a light green shirt and dark running shoes. He looked at himself in the car mirror and straightened his hair. The kid was light skinned and nice looking; his face was so smooth that he didn't even look eighteen. He waited a minute and then got out and headed for the door.

The kid rang the doorbell and waited.

"Hi!" She said answering the door."

"Hi."

"Come on in," Claire said.

She was wearing pretty much what she was wearing at the party except that she had splashed extra perfume up under her boobs and had taken her shirt up to reveal a bare midriff showing off her belly button and accentuating her tits.

They came in the front door and walked on a dark green carpet that was short and narrow and it quickly gave way to finished hard wood floors. They came into what was a large living room with a kitchen off of that and several rooms down a hallway that the kid couldn't see directly. There was a well stocked bar that was on the left side of the room with a couple of stools around it. The room was a comfortable looking mixture of new overstuffed chairs and two small sofas and older wooden type antiques. There were mostly paintings on the walls, outdoor scenes and modern art. She led him into the room and he followed her.

"Let's sit down for awhile," Claire said.

The kid sat down on one of the small sofas and she sat in one of the overstuffed chairs that were opposite it.

The handsome kid sat for a moment not saying anything then he said, "I was a little bit surprised at the barbecue and I didn't get to tell you how nice you looked. I really like your skirt and your hair is just awesome." 

The kid beamed at her.

"Really!" she replied.

Her heart thumped in her chest with his compliment. 

"Well thanks," Claire said.

"How about a martini, babe, or beer, whatever you want," Claire asked.

She got up out of the overstuffed chair and went over to the bar.

"Beer I think," the kid said.

I don't want your cute little ass drinking very much she thought to her self.

She pulled a chilled beer mug out of a small refrigerator and opened a can of Budweiser and poured it, then made herself a mixed drink with whiskey and soda.

"Thanks," he said when she handed him the beer.

The kid drank a little bit then said, "I really like your house," he said looking at the mix of antiques and modern furniture.

"Thanks, I been working as a realtor the last three years, I had this house as a property and I wound up buying it myself," Claire said.

"It's really nice."

"You know it took awhile to fix it up, it was full of a bunch of bad, stained, old carpeting that I had to have taken up and removed. These lovely wood floors were underneath, of course they had to be re finished. And the wall paper was just awful that was here when I bought it," she said.

"Yeah our house has had a lot of work done to it in the last eight years."

"The bathroom tile was in terrible shape and I had to have that worked on too," Claire said.

She took a good drink and then said, "I used to work in the law office, which is where I met your Mom." 

"Well thanks for asking me over," he grinned at her.

"You're welcome honey, I've got a couple of surprises planned," she said and giggled slightly.

"Surprises?" he asked.

"Yeah, definitely!" she said. 

He looked at her, she was staring at him and breathing and making little motions with her lips.

"What surprises?" he asked.

She took her martini glass in her hand and got up and came and walked around and stood in front of him.

"I'm going to teach you about dominant girl sex and am thinking about putting you in my harem." She said smirking at him.

It hit the kid like it did at the party; he blew his breath out. Her attitude, the brazenness of it, the confidence, it caused his balls to start boiling. His heart started pounding in his chest. It was overwhelming almost like being hit with something. It was just like at the barbecue, her leaning over deliberately blowing smoke in his face. The brazenness of it left him openmouthed, slack jawed and incredibly excited.

The kid stood up too. He took a couple of steps over to her. He said, "You think you're pretty hot stuff don't you?"

She laughed.

"You're one of those juggy girls aren't you," he grinned at her.

"I know what I want," she said grinning at him; at five ten only an inch or so shorter than he was.

The kid took her hand, he said, "You think you're little miss hot stuff."

Then he grabbed her and pulled close to him crushing her into his chest, then giving her three or four hard kisses.

Somewhat surprised at him kissing her, Claire quickly changed tactics and snaked her arms fast around his neck to return the kiss. 

"Mmmm!" Claire said after the third kiss.

"Way to go baby!" she purred at him. She turned his head to one side and kissed his right ear six or seven times.

"That's it babe, get that first motherfucking kiss in, you bet!" she said.

His right hand went down to her nice leggy ass and pinched it.

A hot throbbing hard-on pressed hard against her right thigh.

The kid was wiry looking but strong, he crushed Claire hard against his chest and she snuggled in his arms.

"Wow!" she thought.

He could feel her nipples stiffen and could smell the fresh perfume. 

He broke away their kiss briefly, then she said, "You've shown a lot of class honey, that kiss was a good idea! There's a couple of things that I want to do to put you in my harem." 

"What things?" the kid asked.

"I'll show you." 

Claire wrapped herself around his arm and pulled him towards a shut door.

"Where are we going?" the kid asked.

"One of my bed rooms. Come on," Claire said.



6.

It was a very small room with extremely low ceilings, only tall enough to get in the door, small with a single bed in the middle of the room and a chest with drawers next to it. There were paintings of animals on the walls.

"This is much smaller than the rest of the house," the kid said with surprise.

"It's my smoke room," Claire said.

"Smoke room?"

"Yeah it's small so it collects the smoke," she replied.

She put her hands back behind her neck making sure the kid got another good look at the two voluptuous tits she was showing off.

Claire leaned against the door briefly, then pulled a gold chain from around her neck; it had a key on it, she then held it up, smirked at the kid and locked the door with it. Then she put the key back around her neck where it dangled between two bosomy tits.

"What do you think about that?" she said.

"I don't know," the kid replied.

She gyrated her hips and ass, sure in her power to hypnotize.

The girl was incredibly seductive, surprisingly so. The kid felt an immense excitement. She was very beautiful and had an attitude from hell.

She stood with one hand on her hip now, her lithe, rangy body poured into a short tight skirt, she had rich, supple, muscular thighs and legs; like someone who swam a lot. 

"I'm about to give you your first lesson in dominant girl sex and I'm only going to tell you this one time, your most important lesson is: Yes Ma'am is always the right answer, got it," she said forcefully, her chin set and with her lower lip stuck out and her hands on her hips.




Right at You



The girl had great sexual power and the kid was almost bowled over by the incredible intensity. 

"What if I don't want to?" the kid said.

She stared at the nice big bulge sticking up out of the kid's groin, "Oh you want to honey, believe me," Claire replied.

"Well I understand then," he said.

"Then say it, now!" she commanded.

"Yes Ma'am." 

"Alright good answer, she said shaking her head up and down, now it's time for you to do your first light up, it'll be the first of many, so it's time to get started. Get my lighter and ash tray out of that drawer over there."

The kid then looked down at the black high heels that Claire was wearing.

She saw him noticing, laughed a bit and said, "You like those heels don't you?"

"Oh Yes Ma'am!" the kid said enthusiastically.

"I thought you would, guys who like smoke usually like high heels too." 

She stroked his chin a bit with her fingers.

Claire was standing about two or three feet in front of the kid, she had taken off her bra earlier and had brought up her blouse to reveal a bare mid section and with a plunging neckline, displaying firm deep cleavage. The kid stood staring at the gorgeous looking jugs for a few seconds and then reached out and grabbed her right tit and squeezed it. 

"Ohhhhh!" she exclaimed, surprised and excited. 

Then something like he had done before, the kid quickly grabbed Claire crushing her against his chest. 

His hot tongue went into her mouth probing and getting quick kisses. One burning kiss after another, a wave of desire came up in her chest and went down rapidly to her groin. 

He broke away from the kiss for a few seconds.

Then Claire giggled and said, "You asshole." 

"How come you call me an asshole?" the kid asked.

"I talked like a motherfucking sailor around my last boyfriend and he loved every Goddamn minute of it," Claire said. "There are guys out there who like women who know how to drink, who like women who know how to smoke. I am always on the lookout for another cute guy to add to my smoke harem."

The kid reached in for another kiss then stopped again briefly and she said, "What do you think you're doing?"

She moved away from the embrace and he quickly grabbed the dark haired girl spinning her around until her back was to him, then grabbing her middle he pulled her tight into him, crushing her again. His big hard cock went into her ass rhythmically, in simulation of fucking; his hands squeezing and groping her tits. 

The kid pulled her so tight against him that she almost lost her breath, and a wave of desire came up in her thumping chest and went into her ass. "Sonavabitch," she said. 

He mauled her erect nipples as he pulled her forcefully against him. 

He pulled one of his hands loose to stroke her hair and she pulled out of his embrace and stood panting with her mouth open. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are sonny?" she said. 

"I just wanted to get a kiss," he said smiling faintly, his erection sticking up like a hammer.

"Fuck you, you little bastard," she said.

The kid looked away for a second or two and when Claire followed his gaze he quickly moved towards her and grabbed her again. This time her put hands under her ass and lifted the girl up into his arms. "Goddamn you," she said. He started kissing her right ear and then went down to her neck, she felt each hot kiss in her throbbing pussy, which by now was beginning to soak her panties.

"Oh shit!" the girl moaned in his ear and wrapped her legs around his ass.

After awhile the kid put her down and began playing with her hair, stroking her cheek with some of the strands.

She pulled away from him and said, "Fuck you, you're just a kid, do you think you're ready to satisfy real women, not snot nose girls."

"You're the one who asked me over here," he said looking at the wall to his left.

"I didn't say you could grab me." 

The kid's pants were wet in the front from the pre cum of his erection, and the big cock was still sticking out of the kid's middle. She stared at it, knowing that it would satisfy the throb between her legs.

She smiled faintly at the kid, "Like I said, you're just a kid, I don't think you're ready for the big time." 

He didn't say anything, just stared at the floor, expressionless. 

Claire had goaded him, trying to get him to finish off what had been started. 

She went and sat on the edge of the bed leaning back, she said, "Why don't you go home sonny, you've had enough excitement for one night."

The girl leered at him squirming her ass around on the bed.

She spread her legs, leaning back even further, "Like I said, I don't think you're ready for the big leagues," the girl giggled at him.

He stared at her expressionless, "Why don't you stop picking at me?" the kid said.

"Why don't you kiss my ass!" 

"Why don't you get off my case?" the kid said.

"Make me," she said staring up at the kid.

The kid sat down next to her on the bed, his body close to hers.

She waited tense, her breath coming hard from the excitement. He waited a bit and then put his hands up to her boobs but instead of grabbing them, he began taking her blouse off. 

The girl jumped up and said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Taking your blouse off," he said smiling slightly.

"I'm not taking my clothes off for you," the girl said.

The kid looked at her intently; the girl was breathing hard from excitement and her nipples were completely stiff, she was standing with her legs spread a little apart and her hands were down at her sides with her palms outward. Her mouth was open making a kind of an O shape. He could see that she was looking at his crotch. 

He faked a move towards the girl and watched her smile intently. 

Then he quickly moved towards her and pulled her by the waist, she struggled at first and then he began kissing her hard on the mouth.

"Ohhhh!" she exclaimed. 

The kid picked her up again and her legs eagerly wrapped around his ass and her arms were up and back of his neck kissing him hard on the mouth.

She had kind of a sweet perfume that smelled something like strawberry shampoo, the kid noticed as he kissed the girl's ear. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction as his arms wrapped around her and he got to caress her beautiful ass. 

"Nice ass," he said breaking away from their kiss.

"I was going to smoke you up and masturbate you," she said.

"Oh, I would have liked that!" he said enthusiastically.

"No shit, I was going to wrap you around my little finger," she said.

The kid began kissing her neck and ear trying to find where the nice smell was coming from.

"Mummm!" the girl said when he kissed her ear.

"You've got a nice smell," he said.

"Thanks."

Then abruptly the kid broke off their kiss and leaned down and pushed the girl's legs apart, and put his hand up her skirt and began pulling her panties off. When she was off balance, he threw her on the bed.

"You sonovabitch," she said loudly and began laughing at him.

He looked at her high heels for a brief second and jumped on top of her.

The girl giggled when he climbed on top of her. He quickly pulled her skirt up out of the way and then grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. Then he got hold of his pants and unzipped them. She helped him pull his trousers off; and yanked his underwear down.

She took hold of his swollen cock head and pulled it towards her opening.

The girl was wet with her own lubrication and the kid's hard cock easily went inside her. He made a hard thrust getting all the way in and that caused an appreciative moan. She had guided the kid's dick until it was all the way inside her pussy, then she put her arms up around his back and neck and pulled him into her hard.

"Come on baby!" Claire said urging the hard fuck that she had been trying to cause. "Come on honey, I'm not gonna break."

"Harder, stick it! Ohhhhhh!" she yelled.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned after another deep penetrating thrust.

The kid felt his way around the velvety tight cunt with his cock.

"Mummm!" she said kissing the side of his face. 

Then they had a good rhythm going, with the girl squirming her ass and pushing upward matching the kid's penetration. 

Her arms were just as strong and satisfying as her legs, and her fingers ground into the kid's back and then caressed his hair. Then she kissed him hard on the mouth, her hot tongue probing and poking in kiss after kiss.

"Wow!" he said, her silky cunt grabbing at him.

This turned her on even more and she pushed her ass up harder to get him deeper.

"Come on honey!" she yelled at him, encouraging the kid to fuck harder.

Once he got going good on their fuck, the kid pushed the pace up several notches into hard, quick, deep thrusts; this created waves of hot flashes of pleasure that flowed out of Claire's abdomen. 

"Oh wow!" she said panting.

"Good!" she said, sticking her tongue in his mouth again, probing and dancing. "Come on baby, shoot it, come on!" Claire said loudly urging him on.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he pounded away.

Whew, she thought, her wet pussy pounding with heat and an intense feeling of satisfaction.

She could feel his cock getting bigger and harder, getting closer to climax, she was panting and sweating and felt herself almost floating in midair.

The girl kissed him on the ear and neck and gripped his back and neck as hard as possible, she stared at the ceiling of her room in an orgasmic haze. 

"Ohhh shit!" she said, panting.

The kid's lust was fueled by the appreciative moans that she was making.

"Come on baby," she said.

The girl felt bolts of pleasure shoot out of her abdomen and back, the hot rhythmic fuck went into its last stages.

Claire felt her heart pounding in her chest and her excitement reached an even higher pitch; he got deeper and deeper, here it comes! she thought.

Then it happened: The kid yelled loudly as the hot spunky cum shot out of the fully erect penis, in scalding shot after shot after shot!

She had felt it coming and had pushed herself upwards to get him into her as far as possible, she squeezed his back hard and started over his shoulder at the ceiling, then the scalding cum started shooting into her hot pussy. Claire felt his orgasm and started moaning, "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she said loudly.

"Oh God!" she said panting, the hot white cum satisfying her deeply. She was grateful to the kid for the hard fuck he had given her.

They were both panting from exertion, she fondled and caressed the kid's hair and he kissed her on the neck.

"Wow!" she said, "that was excellent." 

He looked down at her and smiled faintly.

7.

"Could we still do the smoke up and masturbation thing soon?" he asked as he put his dress shirt back on.

"Maybe," she said rolling her eyes.

"I'd like to do that!" the kid said with enthusiasm.

He was dressed now, and looked around the room, with one hand in his pocket.

"Really," she said making a face, "then shut the fuck up and do what you're told the next time."

Claire had put her clothes back on as well and was standing in front of the kid in the small room. He looked at her to see if she was angry and the girl's eyes danced around and she a smile that was a cross between a beam and a leer.

The girl stood grinning at him, she said, "Do you remember what I said about dominant girl sex?"

"Yes, I think so," he said.

The leggy dark-haired girl was standing with her legs wide apart and her hands on her hips, she had the confident half smirk on her face that she had when the kid first met her and she was staring at him with her piercing green eyes. She said, "I told you that your first order is: Yes Ma'am is always the right answer," she paused briefly and said, "That's really all that you need to know."

"Okay," he said.

The kid was afraid, the passion that this girl aroused in him was upsetting, he was afraid that he couldn't control it. He had a cross in his pocket that was on a chain; he felt it with his hand. Then he looked at the door.

He had spent passion in a fury and now she was using her seductive power again. 

"Look honey, if you want a mistress, then you're going to have to learn to cooperate." 

He felt his balls boiling and felt himself being bowled over by her bad girl act.

She stood right in front of him with both hands on her hips, "Now what did I tell you that your first and main order was?"

The kid felt his spine tingling, fear was mixing with desire and desire was winning, although not by much.

I'm not going to say anything, he thought to himself; but then, found himself saying, "That yes ma'am is always the right answer."

"Repeat it, now!" she commanded.

"Yes, ma'am is always the right answer." 

The girl smiled as though this pleased her.

"Again!" 

"Yes, ma'am is always the right answer." 

The kid smiled at her and she grinned back, then she said, "Alright honey, you're coming along, definitely!"

The girl smiled and said, "Your second order is, my mistress is always right, repeat that back, now!"

The kid looked at the door again, he had the key after taking it away from her but he idly wondered if he could have broken the door.

"My mistress is always right," the kid said.

She nodded her head up and down.

"Again!"

"My mistress is always right," the kid said.

She stood directly in front of the kid with her hands on her waist.

"Good work baby," she said enthusiastically, "I think you're starting to get it." 

The kid smiled broadly at her compliments.

"Okay honey, if I call you and want to smoke you or masturbate you, you are required to come over, it doesn't matter if it's one in the afternoon or four o'clock in the morning. Or if I want you to be the entertainment at one of my bachelorette parties, I expect you to be here, no exceptions, no excuses. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Ma'am," the kid said.

She nodded her head up and down then she reached out and stroked his chin, "Good answer," she said grinning at him.

With that the kid uncrossed his fingers, let go of his cross and the straight razor in his pocket and left.



Right Before My Eyes



Dedicated to Greene14, who requested this story, and came up with the idea.

We were at the pub. We had gone out to have abeer and have a good time - and then we had a fight. A stupid, bloody fight. Today, I can’t even remember what it was about. It ended with me leaving her alone in the bar whiel I went to the men’s room. I was pissed off, and a little drunk. Not so much that you’d notice, but enough to be aggressive, and certainly enough to lose my judgement.

When I returned, Elizabeth was seeking comfort in the arms of a stranger. There was a small dance floor in a corner of the pub, and she was slowdancing with a tall, black, bald bloke. I pretended not to see them, and had me another beer. She was trying to make me jealous, but I wouldn’t fall for such a cheap trick. A few minutes later, when she hadn’t come back, I turned around to see what in hell she was doing. She wasn’t there. Neither was her "friend".

Irritated, I got up and searched for her in the back rooms. She wasn’t in the hallway, and not in the pool table room. I looked around, and saw the door leading in to the bar owner’s private quarters. It said NO ENTRANCE on a note taped to the door, but I didn’t care. I opened the door and walked out into a hallway full of boxes and crates. I heard voices from upstairs,a nd ran up to the second floor. I kicked in the door - and there they were. Elizabeth and that bloke she had been dancing with. They were sitting on the bed, him with his arm around her.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.

That’s when I got hit over the head with a beer bottle. I sank to my knees.

"You git!" Elizabeth screamed. "Don’t hurt him!"

I was too much in pain to make out what answer she got, but it must have calmed her down, because she didn’t do anything to help me when her flirt and his friend, a rasta bloke, lifted me up, put me ina an armchair, and tied me up with a pair of nylon stockings. Everything was a blur, but I could tell that the three of them were sitting on the bed, talking. From what I understood, the blokes were trying to talk Elizabeth into getting back at me for the fight we had had.

Man, the lines they used! All the old clichées came out; "a fine woman like yourself should be treated with respect!", "you oughtta teach your man a lesson!", "show him that he doesn’t own you", and "enjoy yourself at the same time"; and in between those lines, they told her how sexy she was, how hot she looked. Elizabeth had had enough beers that night to put her usual "bullshit detector" out of order. She was swallowing every word they said.

When her flirt leane din and kissed her cheek and neck, I made an effort to get loose, but his rasta friend had tied me up good. I couldn’t move. Elizabeth looked at me, and she smiled when she saw my frustration. She put her arms around both of the men, and kissed both of them, first Rasta, and then Baldy. French kissed them. That’s when I realized that my wife was going to fuck these two black blokes, right in front of me, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it!

I felt my face go red. Rasta pulled the spaghetti straps on Elizabeth’s dress down, and kissed her shoulder. Baldy cupped his big hands over one of her large tits, and sort of weighed it in his hand. Rasta unzipped Elizabeth’s dress in the back and pulled it down. He took off her bra, and both him and Baldy sucked on her nipples like giant babies. Elizabeth gave me a dirty look. She was gloating. I closed my eyes, but I could still hear them. Listening to them, without seeing what they were doing, only made me feel worse. I looked up again, I HAD to see this!

The blokes had stripped out of their jeans and T-shirts, and Elizabeth wasn’t wearing anything but her knickers. She was standing on her knees in the middle of the bed. Baldy was kissing her and reaching aorund to caress her butt. Rasta was standing behind her, reaching around, tweaking her nipples and licking her neck. She had her eyes closed and her mouth a little open. She caressed both of them, stroke their huge bulges through their underwear. They pulled them down, and Elizabeth gasped when their big, hard cocks bounced up against her. Me, I founs myself actually staring at another bloke’s cock for the first time in my life.

"Those are huge!" said Elizabeth. 

"Oh, your husband doesn’t pack much, does he?" said Rasta.

"You’re atleast 3" bigger than him!" said Elizabeth.

What the bloody hell did she have to tell them that for??? It was true, these blokes had much bigger equipments than I do, but why tell them that? It wasn’t as if she needed to boost their confidence, not with dicks that size! She must be doing it to get to me, I figured. 

The blokes grinned at me, and they grinned even more when Elizabeth sucked and jerked them off. She could only take half of those long schlongs in her little mouth. I tried to break free again, but I couldn’t.

"Seems your husband’s getting nervous," said Baldy.

"Maybe he’s afraid we’re gonna stretch you out so his little pecker won’t fit anymore!" Rasta laughed, and the other two joined in.

My wife and her two black lovers were laughing at me!

Baldy pushed Elizabeth down on all four, and made her suck him. Rasta pulled down her knickers and stuck his cock into her without any unnecessary words, and Elizabeth didn’t complain about the lack of foreplay, she just moaned, and he fucked her doggystyle. Baldy held her head in a firm grip and fucked her mouth. In-out, in-out. They moved in sync; one pushing in, the other pulling out. In -out, in-out. Rasta wet his finger and slid it into Elizabeth’s bum.

Oh, that’s it! I thought, because I know that Elizabeth doesn’t like it anal. But instead of pulling away or getting angry, she groaned and shoved her bum back against him. What had gone into her tonight?

Rasta fingerfucked her ass, and Elizabeth wasn’t just letting him do it, she was actually getting turned on by having all of her holes penetrated at the same time. She pushed back against Rasta while putting much more ffort into suckign Baldy than she has ever done with me. She moaned when she came; the cock in her mouth muffled her, thank god, or they would have heard her down at the pub.

Baldy came not long after that, holding on to Elizabeth’s head, forcing his cock down her throat, so that she had no choice but to swallow his sperm. She didn’t protest, just looked at me and licked her lips. Rasta pulled out and jerked himself off on her ass. He grunted and grinned at me while he smeared his sperm all over Elizabeth’s ass.

"Bloody hell, man, your wife sure is one hot little slut!" said Rasta.

"Yeah, she’s a great cocksucker!" said Baldy.

They put their clothes on in a hurry and left. Elizabeth put her knickers and her dress back on before she bothered untying me.

"Come on," she said. "We better leave before we get caught!"

I followed her out of the room, out of the pub.



Right Down the Hall Pt. 01



James 

I first saw her in the kitchen. I live in a dorm where everyone has their own room but up to 10 people share a kitchen. Now when I first moved here for University, the kitchen was the last place i'd expected to meet a girl I would fall for, so quickly and by such a large degree. 

I was cooking a pot of instant pasta when she walked in. I was sitting down playing a puzzle game on my phone when she walked in with tight jeans, a small white tank top and a small microwaveable pizza in her hand. 

"Hi." she said casually. 

"Hey." I replied. 

Growing up in a modern society as a male with a lawyer for a father, I was trained to approach every situation with a poker face. Don't let the enemy get the upper hand by knowing how you feel. In this situation it was pure infatuation. She was gorgeous in a really cute way. 

I casually stood up to check on the pasta while eyeing her from behind, trying to soak up as much information as I could before I reached the boiling pot. She was at a counter, unwrapping the frozen pizza from the plastic wrapping, the cardboard already strewn aside. She was equally stunning from behind. I know the thigh gap isn't something that should be focused on, but it sure as hell emphasized her beautiful ass. 

I reached the pot and didn't look at her. Stew the pasta, ensure none of the pasta gets stuck to the pot and burnt. Boil for another 8 or so minutes... yes.. 

"You new here?" I casually ask, only turning to look at her after finishing the sentence. Just a casual conversation. Nothing special. 

"Uh not really. I moved in about 2 months ago." 

"2 months! I haven't seen you here before though." 

"Yeah I don't cook much." she said with a little giggle. I gave a smile and went back to my seat. Be cool James. 

She walked towards the door and left. Shit. 

A few days later I approached her in the hallway by chance and spontaneously asked if she would like to cook something together in the kitchen. It's always awfully quiet in there and I could use a cooking partner. She agreed quite gleefully which was a great sign. She took the cool card and most probably doesn't think i'm a creep. Probably. Right? 

A few days turned into a few months and we cooked together quite a few times after that. I got to know her, her interests and her food taste. I was the head chef for the most part so she was constantly standing by to receive my instructions, chop the onions, cut the parsley. That sort of thing. 

We started getting closer and our 'Hi's became 'Hey!'s and our stiffness became playful. 

"Hey grab that frying pan for me." 

"Aye aye sir!" she said with a semi-serious face and a salute followed by a giggle. 

"Don't stand there with a salute! On the double shipmate!" 

We got pretty close. But she was pretty shy. I was too. While we became pretty good friends, we never really got close physically. It was always slightly awkward between the two of us and, if she was into me, she clearly wasn't making the first move, and I didn't want to ruin the friendship by trying. 

As more people moved in to the dorm, they automatically assumed we were dating. It was usually followed by a synchronised "Oh no no... no we're not dating..." from the both of us. I was always thinking of how to move to the next step but it always seemed to end up just being another cooking session. This was until we decided to make the Caesar salad. 

For Caesar salad, you ideally need a salad, some cooked chicken and BACON slices. The bacon slices need to be chopped into pieces after being fried in a pan. The pan, after cooking enough bacon, is usually covered in oil. On this day she had been in charge of the bacon. 

I had my back turned to her while I was slicing the cooked chicken into strips. 

"AGHHHHH!" I heard a blood curdling scream from behind. I turned around instantly in surprise to see her clutching the bottom of her shirt and pulling it as far away from her stomach as possible. 

"What happened?!" I asked in earnest concern. 

"I spilled oil on my shirt. It burnt me!" she said in agony, staring down at the stain on her shirt. 

"AH!" she said once more as a bit of the oil touched her skin. The oil seemed to be spreading slightly. She tried pulling the shirt away a bit further but it was already stretched to its fullest potential. She attempted to reach for the napkin I was offering her. 

"Ah! AH!" she yelled once again as more oil kept touching her skin. She immediately brought back both hands down to her shirt. She hesitated for a moment as pulled her shirt in a different direction. She uttered a smaller 'ah' as more oil touched her skin before she decided to act quickly. 

Rosy 

The oil was burning my skin by the second and I didn't have time to run back to my room. I decided that I needed to get rid of this burning hole on my shirt and pulled my white top over my head, making sure to avoid touching the oil to my head. As I pulled the top over my head, I remembered that James was standing right there. It hadn't occurred to me up until halfway through my shirt evacuation that James was still there. 

As I pulled my shirt above my chest, I exposed my red lace bra straight at him and the first thing I see him looking at are my breasts. As soon as my entire shirt came off, he raised his eyes back to my face and then looked away slightly. 

I blushed and turned to an angle to cover my frame a little. I liked James. I just didn't know if he liked me and I was terribly embarrassed to be standing here topless in front of him. 

James 

She was wearing short shorts today and now she was topless. She was essentially in her bra and panties by this point. At first glance I noticed how fit she was. Her legs were long and slender, her breasts were a full B cup which filled her red laced bra PERFECTLY and her entire frame was absolutely gorgeous. 

"Waw" I muttered after glancing away. 

Waw? Really James? 

"Sorry. I uh... I didn't mean to-" 

"No it's ok. You can look." she whispered. I slowly raised my eyes up her legs and reached her eyes. I used to watch a show called "Lie to me" and they talked about micro expressions. Faint, almost unnoticeable, split second shows of emotion that are very difficult to suppress. And I swear on the hair on my head, that, for a split second, she smirked. 

Rosy 

I've wanted to be naked in front of James for a long time now so this just felt like the perfect excuse. I didn't mean to pour scalding oil on myself but when life gives you lemons... 

It felt like an eternity standing there. I was squeezing my arms together and holding my arms in front of my stomach trying to make myself smaller in this big room but ended up inadvertently squeezing my breasts together making them even more exaggerated. I looked up at him and looked down every so often. My face felt hot and my heart rate was beating extremely quickly. Why wasn't he saying anything? 

"You better go change." he mentioned eventually. 

"Y-Yeah. I um, where's my key?" I asked right before it hit me that it was in my shirt pocket. I had one of those tank tops with the pocket right underneath my breast and our building uses keycards rather than actual keys. I hopped over really quickly to my shirt and carefully lifted the crumbled heap to find the pocket. 

The oil had not landed on the pocket, but in my haste to throw the shirt aside, the oil had been left to sit on top of said pocket. 

"Shit!" I whispered. 

"What's wrong?" James asked. 

"I- it might be nothing but my card might have been burnt by the oil." 

"I'm gonna go check." I said as I walked towards the kitchen door before stopping in my tracks. I can't go out like this. 

"Hey could you look to see if anyone is outside first?" I asked James. 

"Yeah. Yeah sure." James answered, walking towards the door, still eyeing my body now and again. 

Anja 

Microwave for 5 minutes? How the hell can anything go from Frozen to cooked in 5 minutes? 

I walked over to the kitchen, checking to see if I still had my key card in my pocket. The doors auto-lock when you close them so you have to bring your key card with you or wait until the caretaker comes back the next day to open the door for you. 

As I approached the door I saw James open and looked left into the hallway. He hadn't seen me yet but I kept approaching. James was cute and he had a body that I wanted to climb on top but my boyfriend would kill him and then maybe me. Maybe someday. 

I was about 2 feet from James when he looked right and saw me. He jumped a little and began stuttering. 

"Oh hey Anja, you coming to cook something?" 

James 

"Heyyy James. Am I not allowed in?" she asked playfully. Anja was hot. No doubt about that. She had quite a foreign look to her, dark hair and Persian eyes although she wasn't Persian. I didn't know where she was from but she wore eyeliner in the most subtle way to make me adjust myself sometimes. 

She was one of the main frontiersman that pushed the idea of Rosy and I being a couple. At least she was one of the first. And if she saw Rosy topless in the kitchen with me, I would never hear the end of it. 

"Uh no yeah, I mean I really smoked up the kitchen. Y-You should really not come in here. For your health's sa-" I stumbled with words as she never broke pace. She walked into me and brushed me aside looking curiously in. She knew I was trying to hide something. She was smiling a mischievous smile and when she saw Rosy she stopped. A micro expression once again. But this time of... excitement?



Right From the Start



I slipped the plastic key card into the door of my room. Another day on the job meant another night on the road. As a veteran of business travel, I robotically went through the motions of unpacking and settling into my new “home away from home” for that particular night. One of the many tasks performed during the settling in process is to call home to let my wife know I've arrived safe and sound. 

“Hello?” came the voice of my wife on the other end of the line.

“Hey, Sweetheart! Sorry to be calling so late. I just got in,” I explained. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” 

“No, you didn’t wake me. Andrew came by tonight and we were just lying here talking.”

“’Lying there,’” I said, repeating her words to confirm what I’d heard and knew what that meant.

“Yes,” Melanie confirmed. “We’re in the bed. And it’s a good thing you didn’t call 10 minutes earlier because I wouldn’t have been able to answer anyway!” she teased.

“Was it good for you?” I asked. “I know it was great for him!”

“You know it was great for me to! I always enjoy my times with him!” I knew that was true, but I always liked to make sure that she enjoys herself. Even when I’m hundreds of miles away, the protective instinct kicks in to be sure she is not only safe, but happy, too.

“Boy, I wish I was there with you right now, enjoying you like Andrew is! But, since he’s there, I’ll let you go back to what you were doing. I just wanted to check in with you. Don’t let me interrupt the fun!”

“You didn’t interrupt anything, Darling, you know that. Besides, you didn’t interrupt Andrew, anyway. He’s still playing with my body while we’re talking!”

“I’ll bet he is!” I knew Andrew, and that was one of the things my wife enjoyed so much about him. At a young 25 years old, he was 17 years younger than she was, and he never came just once in a session. I would enjoy my time in my wife, but, afterward, I would feel satisfied and roll over and go to sleep. But not Andrew! He usually used their first orgasms together as a type of foreplay that almost always ended up in a much more prolonged marathon of sex. “Just tell Andrew I said ‘Hey!’, and tell him to leave me a little something since I’ll be home the night after tomorrow night, OK?”

“I will, Honey! I’m looking forward to seeing you! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” I replied back to her as she hung up the phone. I knew that, as I sat alone in that faraway hotel room that night, our friend Andrew would be enjoying the feel of my wife’s pussy wrapped around his dick. And my wife would be enjoying her favorite feeling of being screwed senseless by her young stud. 

It usually takes me an hour or so to “decompress” after checking into a new room for the night, and I try to get some computer work done during that time. But my conversation with Melanie had my mind on other things, though. So, after turning on my laptop, rather than opening E-mails, I started to flip through digital pictures saved on there of my sexy wife. Skipping over the folders full of the regular pics of her and the kids, I went right to my private folders of her in (and out) of various outfits or bikinis. Then I progressed on to the action shots of her performing sex acts with me and with other guys. 

Since Andrew was a regular visitor to our bed, I have a whole file dedicated to pictures of her and him. Looking through these pics helped me to visualize what was happening at that moment back in my own home, in my own bedroom, with my own wife. 

As I perused the pictures, I reminisced about the events that led us to the lifestyle we lead, and to Andrew in particular. 

I’ll never forget the first time I saw Melanie. Well, to be honest, I didn’t see ALL of her at once. The first thing I saw was a beautiful, naked body from the waist down, but I soon learned that the beautiful torso I was seeing belonged to a great looking girl named Melanie. But I guess I should explain this, too.

We were in the same large university, one year apart from each other. I was a junior, she was a sophomore. In our dorm, we shared rooms with one other person. My roommate, Mark, and I had developed pre-arranged signals to let each other know when it wasn’t a good time to come in. In other words, if one of us had a girl in the room and were making out, we respected each other’s privacy (and good luck!). One night, I had gone to bed in my lower bunk rather early. I must have been totally out of it, because I never heard Mark coming in with his date. By the time they woke me up with their movement and their sounds coming from the upper bunk bed, it was obvious they were in a heated state of passion. I could tell from the sounds they were making that it was too late for me to make a graceful appearance or exit. So I laid there in the darkness and listened as Mark and his date made out and played out their love scene. Soon, the girl’s playful giggles turned to moans and I could tell Mark was rounding the bases and he was likely to be getting very lucky tonight. I watched the movement of the mattress above me and listened to their passion building. As clothes began to drop to the floor next to me, I became certain that they were about to fulfil their passion. I heard her moan loudly about how good it felt and, soon afterward, the bed started to move up and down in a rhythm as Mark was obviously fucking her. 

This was the first time I had ever come so close to witnessing someone else engaged in a sex act, and I found that I was enjoying it immensely! My own cock was now hard, and my hand reflexively wrapped around the shaft and I started stroking it. But, just as I was really getting into the show, Mark apparently blew his wad. With a loud grunt, and a louder expletive, the bouncing stopped. Mark began to apologize for his premature culmination of the performance, but the girl assured him that it wasn’t a problem. She had enjoyed it, too, even if she hadn’t gotten to cum. Then she said she was going to use our bathroom and come right back. 

That’s when it happened! I watched as the beautiful vision of sexiness lowered her naked body from the upper bunk to the floor just inches from my face. First, the long supple legs, then the naturally furry patch over her slit, followed by those firm abs of a sexy co-ed that obviously took care of herself. When her feet gently touched down, she turned to head toward the bathroom and I watched as her firm, round ass sashayed out of our room and closed the door behind her. I hadn’t had the chance to see her face or breasts yet, but I figured that, if they were even HALF as good as the rest of what I’d seen, then I MUST be dreaming and this girl was a figment of my own fantasy! She had the hottest body I could imagine! No wonder Mark lost his nut so quick with a hot babe like that under him!

I poked the bottom of the upper bunk and quietly said, “Hey! Mark! Did you know I was in here?”

Mark peeked his head over the side of the bed and said, “Yeah, I did. But we didn’t have anywhere else to go, and I really wanted to get her alone somewhere. I hope you don’t mind. I was hoping we could do it without waking you up, but I guess that was a stupid idea, huh?”

“No problem. Hell, I enjoyed listening to you two, anyway. But, damn, she’s got me horny. She is one hot number!”

“Yeah, she is, isn’t she?” Mark responded.

“Do you want me to leave?” I offered.

“No, I guess not. She doesn’t know you’re in here, anyway. Just stay there and stay quiet and I’ll get her out of here as soon as I can.”

Just about that time the door opened from the bathroom. She had used the lights in the bathroom, and was now blinded in the dark room. But I could easily see her as she groped through the darkness, crouching slightly and feeling into the darkness with her outstretched arms - trying to get her bearings. I watched as she groped her way closer and closer to the beds. Suddenly, she was reaching out onto my bed, patting it to be sure it was what she thought it to be. Unfortunately, in finding the beds, she also found me.

“Mark? Why did you move down to the lower bunk?” she asked. I kept my mouth shut, assuming Mark would step in and say something to correct her and to explain why I was there in the room with them. But, to my surprise, he didn’t say a word. So, this beautiful, naked girl slipped into my bed next to me, immediately placing her hand on my raging hard-on, alternating between stroking my shaft and cupping my balls. Obviously, her eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, but I could clearly see this beauty in the dim light. Her angelic face looked so innocent, but her body – and what I had just witnessed a few minutes before – told me she was more devil inside than angel. My hand immediately slid up her body and cupped her tit, which was a pleasant handful. And I tweaked her large, erect nipples. After just a minute or so of us fondling each other, she leaned in to kiss me. It took about 5 seconds or so of passionate kissing, but she finally realized the truth. She pulled her hand off of me and pushed herself backward away from me. “You’re not Mark? Who are you?” she demanded to know. She naturally sounded shocked and a little upset.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I’m Mike. I’m Mark’s roommate. I was asleep when you both came in. I’m sorry! I should have left.”

“Well, why didn’t you say something when I crawled into the bed with you?” 

Now, she sounded less mad and more inquisitive, so I replied honestly. “Are you kidding? Here I am, horny as anything after listening to you two go at it up there. Then this beautiful girl comes crawling into my bed and starts feeling me up. I would be crazy to stop you! I might be horny, but I’m not crazy NOR stupid!”

My explanation gave her time to assess the situation, and she started to giggle a little. “I’m sorry! It WAS my fault, wasn’t it? I am the one that crawled into YOUR bed, I suppose!” She was smiling now, and she produced a hand from under the covers and stuck out toward me as if to shake, and said, “Hi, Mike! I’m Melanie!”

“A real PLEASURE to meet you, Melanie!” I replied, with obvious emphasis on the word ‘pleasure’. After we shook hands, Melanie seemed to relax against me once again and said loud enough for Mark to hear, “Hey, Mark. Is it OK if I help Mike with his obvious problem down here?”

“By all means,” was Mark’s answer. “You two enjoy yourselves. Do you mind if I watch?” 

“I don’t mind, how about you, Mike? Do you mind?”

“As long as you are here, Melanie, I couldn’t care less if the whole football team was watching!” 

“Ooo! The whole football team! Now THERE’S a suggestion that sounds like fun! But, I think I’ll just stick with you 2 guys for tonight, OK?” Melanie teased. 

Hot and sexy … AND with a sense of humor, too! I liked that! Melanie and I kissed and played for the better part of an hour before I finally slid inside her body and began to make love to her in earnest. I had entered her from behind and reached around to play with her tits with one hand, and rub her clit with the other. Soon Melanie was making low moans and told us she was about to cum. I apologized that I hadn’t put on a rubber yet, so I couldn’t cum with her. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she just moaned, “I don’t care. Go ahead and cum in me. I’m cumming now!” So I continued to pump as she came, then I followed up her orgasm with my own, filling her pussy with my own built-up fluids. After a few more thrusts into her sopping wet slit, I was finished and we stopped moving to catch our breath.

The whole time, Mark had been watching us from the upper bunk. But I had lost track of everything and everyone except for the beauty I was making love to. But he brought us both back to reality when he said, “That was hot! Now it’s my turn, right?”  

Somewhere in the previous hour, I felt I had a connection with this hot, young girl. The sexual attraction was obvious, but I felt like I had also made more of a spiritual connection with her, as well. From behind her, with my softening cock still buried deep inside her, I whispered, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Melanie. Don’t feel any pressure from either of us.”

She turned and looked into my eyes and said, “No, it’s OK, really. I want to make him happy, too.” Then, as if she needed my approval for some unknown reason, she added, “If you don’t mind.” 

“Of course not, Melanie! You do whatever you want!” I replied. But the significance of her question wasn’t lost on me. I knew that, although she had come into our room as Mark’s date and she would be making love to Mark again that evening, she was going to be “going home” with me at the end of the night.

And that’s exactly what happened. Mark took one more turn with her in his bed. True to what I would learn was about par for Mark’s performances, he still didn’t last very long before he unloaded his second orgasm of the night. Then, after a reasonable amount of afterglow with Mark, Melanie joined me in our bathroom for a warm, relaxing bath. The bonding that had started in my bed continued during our private time in that tub. Mark could only see the obvious hot, sexy, features of this blonde nymph. But, while I enjoyed her obvious sensuality, I also enjoyed getting to know this intelligent, compassionate individual. 

It was the early hours of the morning by the time Melanie and I dried each other off and returned to the bedroom. We could tell by the sounds of his heavy breathing that Mark had obviously crashed for the night. So Melanie and I slipped under the covers of my bed and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

As the sun broke through the blinds that morning, Melanie and I woke up and softly picked up where we had left off the night before. Our gentle kissing led to more passionate kissing and petting, and we soon rotated into the 69 position, and I got my first taste of her sweetness. As I continued to massage her pussy lips with my mouth and tickle her clit with my tongue, she was busy showing her appreciation on my shaft, licking the shaft and putting the knob as far down her throat as she could. Melanie was on top of me, and had placed her full weight on her hips against me as she writhed her pussy over my mouth. But, then my attention was diverted when I felt someone joining us on my bed. Mark had woken up and decided to get in on some of the early morning action. Since Melanie was still Mark’s “date” from the night before, I felt like I had no real say in the matter. When Melanie felt him joining us and felt him gently lifting her hips off of my face, she just moaned onto her mouthful of my cock. The vibrations of her moans only added to the wonderful feelings she was giving my dick as she blew me, so I certainly wasn’t complaining. Then, I watched as Mark’s cock, his balls dangling dangerously close to my forehead, slipped inside Melanie just inches from my eyes and disappear inside her velvety pussy. I had never been such an eyewitness to a fucking before, and I was fascinated as I watched his shaft move in and out of her and become slick with her juices. My hands continued to massage her buns as Mark worked himself into a frenzy inside her. The harder he pounded her, the more intense her sucking of my cock became. We were all enjoying ourselves in our own ways, when Mark – true to form – announced he was ready to pop his cork. She took her mouth of my cock long enough to ask him to pull out at the last second and shoot on her ass, which he did. I watched as streams of white goo shot out of the head of Mark’s dick, losing sight of it over her ass. Once Mark had cum, he pulled out of her, and Melanie resumed her prior position of grinding her pussy - now a used pussy – onto my face. The sight of Mark using her like that sent me to new heights, and I held Melanie’s face against my groin as I pumped into her mouth more forcefully. Without warning, I came inside her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed every drop of my seed.

Melanie and I often jokingly refer to that evening (and the next morning) as our “first date”, even though it started out as a date with Mark. But, after that time, Melanie and I became inseparable as a couple. We continued to enjoy threesomes with Mark, and he remained our closest friend through college and beyond. He even stood as my Best Man at our wedding! (And that is a whole other story, in itself!) 

So, the idea of sharing my hot girlfriend or, subsequently, sharing my hot wife, was never really a question I had to wrestle with. It was something that was part of our relationship from the start. We enjoyed various forms of group sex, but we both always seemed drawn toward the type that got us together to begin with – MFM threesomes. After we had been married for about 5 years, we took some time off from our swinging lifestyle to have kids. We knew we didn’t want to risk having someone else get her pregnant, and we didn’t want to risk our children through the potential for sexually transmitted diseases. But, after each of our kids were born, Melanie seemed to get more sexually aroused by being with other men. I wasn’t sure if it was the need for revalidating her sensuality after giving birth, or if it was just a hormonal thing, but Melanie became her hottest during the months when she was breast-feeding our kids.

As they say, “We are a product of our history”. And this is the history that led us to the point we are at today. I had taken a good job with a company that required that I spend nearly 50% of my time on the road. Yet, Melanie’s sexual urges were as strong as ever – maybe stronger these days! That is what led us to bring Andrew into our sex life. He is a Mexican immigrant in his twenties. He loves America and works hard to stay here and enjoys being a part of the “American Dream”. His need to work multiple, low-paying jobs meant that he spent little time at home. As a result, his wife left him and ran off with another guy. But, Andrew’s great spirit remained positive. He was always ready with a smile and an offer to help whenever needed. We did our part to help him by giving him odd jobs to do around the house. With my travel schedule, it was difficult to keep up on the many daily tasks and repair jobs that arise during the week. So, Andrew became a part-time handyman for us. Through our many interactions with him, we also became friends with Andrew. We tried to offer our support when his wife left him. But, as I said, Andrew’s inner strength kept him on quite a high level most of the time. Still, Melanie and I wanted to do all we could to support this hard-working young guy. 

One night, as Melanie and I were chatting about various topics, the subject of Andrew came up. As usual, I wondered out loud at his positive demeanor, and what a “great guy” Andrew was. I said that it would sure be nice if he could find a nice girl. I added that he really deserved a great woman in his life.

Melanie disagreed with me. From her viewpoint, Andrew was better off without his former wife, and actually seemed happier now without contending with the emotions of a woman in his life.

“Sure!” I countered, “None of the conflicts, but also none of the sex. Andrew doesn’t even have time to go out at night and find a woman to get laid! What guy can truly be happy without a good woman like that?” I argued.

“You know what, Mike? You’re right! I’ve been selfish. In fact, WE have been selfish. Why don’t I let Andrew sleep with me? It would be helpful to him to have a woman with no strings attached, as well as enjoyable for me when you’re on the road so much! Plus, it would be enjoyable for us ALL when you are back in town! We ALL would win!” I looked at my wife as she was speaking, and I couldn’t come up with much an argument to her logic – other than the kids. “The kids are so used to Andrew being around as a friend, and they wouldn’t have to know what we do after they are in bed, anyway,” Melanie reasoned. “But, do you think I cute, young guy like Andrew would want to be with an ‘old, married woman like me?”




Right From the Start



That last comment was a bit self-serving, and Melanie knew it. We never had a problem attracting any guy she wanted when we played around. She had kept her body in as good – if not better – shape than she was in during our college years. In college, she just kept her great figure naturally. These days, she was exercising to keep in shape, and the work paid off in a great body that was hotter than many girls half her age did. “Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” I stated.

So, at that moment, I picked up the phone and dialed Andrew and asked him to come by and “help me out” with something. I thought that there was no time like the present to test Melanie’s theory and see if we could offer some sexual healing to our friend. Melanie just smiled her coy smile when she heard me place the call.

It was early in the evening and the kids were still up when Andrew arrived a few minutes later. We set them down in front of the TV with a snack and went onto the porch to have a talk with Andrew. Most guys we meet are through mutual swinging friends and, therefore, we all have an initial understanding of why we are getting together before we even meet. So, having to start a discussion from scratch with a friend was a bit different for us. Especially with the language barrier. Andrew spoke pretty decent English, but he still had problems with many words. And innuendoes were completely lost on him. So, I decided the best approach was the direct, honest, and forthright approach. “Andrew,” I said, “Melanie and I were talking and we decided that it would be a good idea for you to have a woman. Someone you can go to bed with on a regular basis.”

“Yes, I agree that would be nice, Mike. But I do not have time to find a woman right now,” Andrew said.

“We understand that, too, Andrew. And we have already discussed that, as well. That is why we want you to take Melanie home with you tonight and make love to her at your house.” Andrew looked at me in shock as if he had not understood my words correctly. So I repeated myself, “Andrew, you can take Melanie home with you right now if you want. She will do whatever you want, just like if she was your wife for tonight.” Then I turned to Melanie and said, “I know Andrew leaves for his job very early in the morning, honey. Just come home when he leaves so you can be here when the kids wake up, OK?”

“Sure, Sweetheart!” Melanie replied sweetly. 

She gave me a quick kiss goodbye, then stood and went over to Andrew and offered her hand to him. Andrew was still unsure of what he was being offered to him. So, to be certain in his own mind, Andrew asked, “Mike, are you saying I can make Melanie naked and sleep on her?”

I laughed a little and said, “Yes, Andrew! That’s exactly right! Now, go ahead and enjoy yourself. Just remember to treat her well, OK?”

“OK, Mike,” Andrew smiled broadly, “I will take her and treat her very good!” I watched as Andrew and my sexy wife walked towards Andrew’s small truck. He opened the door for her like a gentleman and helped her in. I made a mental note to myself to do that for Melanie also, the next time we went somewhere together. Then I watched them drive down the road the short distance to his house before I went inside to give our kids their baths and get them ready for bed.

Taking care of the kids helped to keep me focused on something other than what was surely taking place at that moment just down the road between Andrew and my wife. Just after getting the last of the kids settled in for the evening, the phone rang. I was surprised that it was Melanie on the other end. “So, how are things going?” I asked very matter-of-factly.

“So far, so good!” Melanie replied. “Andrew was very nervous at first, so we started by having a drink together, then we undressed each other and showered together.”

“Sounds like he’s enjoying it. Are you?” I asked.

“Oh, yes! Andrew’s got a great body and a nice hard-on. But, believe it or not, he wants to ask your permission one more time. He’s afraid that you didn’t want him to actually put his cock inside me. He’s having a hard time understanding why you would allow him to do that.”

“OK, Mel. Let me talk to him,” I said. When Andrew got on the phone, he seemed especially nervous. I just assured him that it was OK for him to make love to Melanie. In fact, I finally got explicit and told him that he should “fuck her good and hard.” He thanked me again for this favor of being with Melanie, and I told him to relax and enjoy it. Then I asked him to put Melanie back on the phone. “So, he’s a little unsure of all this, huh?” I asked.

“Well, he was before we called. I don’t know what you said to him, but he’s all over me know while we’re talking. Oh, Mike! He’s got such a nice hard physique and his got the nicest looking cock. And he’s so hard!”

“Do me a favor, honey. Just put the receiver down and let me listen to you two doing it. The kids are all in bed, now, and I want to jack off wile I listen to Andrew and you fucking, OK?” I asked.

“Sure, darling! I’m going to put it down now and fuck Andrew. You can just hang up whenever you want, and I’ll talk to you in the morning. I love you! Bye-bye.” 

“Bye, honey!” I said. Then I placed the phone on hold and went into our bedroom and picked that receiver up. I hit the button for the speakerphone, and settled back onto our bed to listen as I slipped out of my own clothes. To be honest, I didn’t get the quality of sound that I had been hoping for as I strained to listen to the lovers on the other end of the line. Normally, Mel and I are very vocal in bed and she enjoys being talked to, but Andrew was very quiet. Mostly I heard moans and grunts, but it was enough to understand that Andrew was having the time of his life with my wife. Then, as if she was speaking for my benefit, I heard Melanie say, “That’s it, Andrew. Slid it up inside me, Sweetie. Stick your cock into my pussy and fuck me.” Her words were clear as a bell, and I knew that –although she was talking to Andrew – she was really addressing me. My cock began to spurt involuntarily as I came thinking about that scene. 

Having had my own orgasm, I laid back and listened as Andrew and Melanie made love. After listening to 15 minutes of panting and moaning by both of them, it was obvious that he was going to be spending a long time having sex with her. So I hung up the phone and drifted off into my own, restful sleep. Once during that night I rolled over and woke up in our empty bed and wondered where Mel had gone. In my sleepy state, it took me just a few seconds before I remembered having loaned her out to Andrew for the night, then I drifted back to sleep, confident she was in good hands.

Before the sun was even up that next morning, I felt Melanie kissing me on the cheek as she undressed next to our bed to crawl in next to me. I opened my eyes to focus on her in the darkness and asked if she had enjoyed her night. She said she had, and would tell me all about it later. But she needed to try and catch a couple hours of sleep right then. 

“Haven’t you had ANY sleep tonight, yet?” I asked.

“Not much!” she replied with a smile. “Andrew was really sexually frustrated and apparently really needed some relief. So he fucked me several times in the last several hours. Now I know what it’s like to feel like the EverReady bunny’s wife!” she joked. 

As we talked, Mel slipped her pants and panties off, and the musky aroma of her well-used pussy filled the room. “Didn’t Andrew use a condom?” I asked. 

“No, sorry. He didn’t have any around, and once we got started, I couldn’t very well ask him to go out and buy some. But I’m so close to my period, I’m sure I’m OK. And he has only been with his wife for the last few years, and he has had regular physicals for his work, so I was comfortable with it. Is it OK with you?”

“Well, I guess it’ll have to be, won’t it?” I was annoyed, but I wasn’t sure why. I guess I had a silly emotion like, “Even though I loaned Andrew my wife, he could’ve returned her to me cleaned up and in the condition I loaned him to her.” But, I decided that she wasn’t a car I had loaned to him, and that it was a silly reason to be annoyed. “Besides,” Mel reasoned with me as she slipped into bed next me, “This just means that we won’t have to worry about condoms in the future with him. We’ve already crossed that bridge.”

“So, there will be times in the future with him, huh?” I asked a bit sarcastically, as if I didn’t already know the answer to that question! But, Melanie never answered me. She had already drifted off in an exhausted sleep behind me with her arm draped over my shoulder. 

That morning, I got up a little earlier and helped get our kids ready for school to allow Mel a little more of the sleep she needed – and had earned! But, after the kids had left for their bus, I had to wake her up and get her moving, too. But, she decided she was going to take a “sick day”. Suddenly, I felt flu-like symptoms coming on, too. So I decided I needed to take a sick day as well as I undressed and crawled back into our bed next to my beautiful, naked wife.



Right Hand Man



When it was time for me to go to university my father arranged for me to stay with my aunt and uncle. They lived in this real big place, quite posh, it was. Aunt did all the housework herself and she was an excellent cook. They had a gardener in once a fortnight to keep the gardens and lawn under control.

Uncle had a home office and spent most of his day there. The only catch to living with them was Uncle's secretary and right-hand man. Gordon was about thirty and actually lived in. Apparently Uncle wanted him on call all the time when he was home, which didn't seem to be that often. He was always having to go off to places to sort out difficulties that had arisen. That, I assumed, was the right-hand man part of his duties.

For some reason I tended to act like a cat meeting a dog whenever I ran into Gordon. I don't know why. He just seemed to me to be too full of himself, too arrogant. I did my best to avoid him with the result that we all got along quite well.

The first half of the year I was doing really well at the uni. The second half, not so well. Most subjects I was skating through with no problems. A reasonable effort and I was doing fine with those. 

Maths, I wasn't doing fine. I really think that the professor had a down on me for some reason. He was sarcastic and rude and his lectures were pathetic. It seemed to me that I'd be better off studying the stuff by myself rather than going to his lectures. So I started skipping them. Just that one subject, mind you. I figured that even if I failed that subject I could make up for it with other subjects.

The professor dobbed me in, didn't he. He sent a message to Uncle, noting that I'd been missing from his lectures and hoping I wasn't sick. He knew damn well I wasn't. He'd seen me around the place often enough. Just not in his lecture where he could use me as the goat.

Uncle nailed me when I got home one evening, and started to deliver a lecture. I was already feeling slightly guilty about skipping those lectures, and when Uncle took me to task I got all defensive. Actually, truth be known, I didn't go defensive. I went on the attack. 

I was all teenage angst, rude and insolent, pointing out that I knew what I was doing and that I wasn't a child and I'd thank him to butt out. I know I hurt his feelings and upset him, but I didn't know how to back down and apologise. As you might guess, tensions were a little strained for the rest of the evening.

The next morning it was Saturday. Aunt and Uncle had both gone out and I was at a loose end, having nothing in particular planned for the day. I was just walking down the hallway when Gordon stepped out of the office and called me, asking if I had a moment to spare.

I stepped into the office. It was the first time I'd actually been in there. It was quite a big room. As well as the desk, there were several chairs, a table, and even a couch off to the side. The room was obviously used for business meetings as well as normal work.

Gordon was seated behind the desk looking at me, not smiling. When he found that my attention was finally on him he gave a brief smile and started to talk.

It took a few moments for me to really catch on to what it was saying, but then it dawned on me that he was reading me the riot act. Not only that but the swine had a sarcastic tone of voice that you could feel peeling little bits of skin off your hide as he talked. I'd heard of cutting tones but hadn't known that they literally made you feel as though you were bleeding.

He ripped into me for upsetting Aunt and Uncle. He tore shreds off me for skipping the lectures. He pointed out that the effort I put in at the university was barely enough to get me a pass. He was of the opinion that if I had really put some effort into what I was doing I would have been getting high distinctions in all my work.

I have to say that he delivered the finest telling off that I'd ever been unfortunate enough to encounter. He verbally reduced me to the size of an ant and then squished me. Any effort I made to defend myself was ignored. He just talked right over me, reducing me to a spluttering silence.

By the time he finished I felt about an inch high. Thoroughly ashamed of myself and mad as fire at him for making me face up to the truth. Because he was right. I had just been cruising instead of working. I made up my mind on the spot that I'd show him.  

I still tried to put on a show of defiance at the end.

"You can't talk to me like that," I protested. "You're just my uncle's secretary. It's not as though you're my father or anything."

"And you can thank your lucky stars that I'm not your father," he snapped, "or I'd put you over my knee for the disrespect you showed to your uncle."

Oh, puh-lease. I'm eighteen. As though my father would spank me at that age. Gordon was way out of date. And a little imp of vengeful perversity bit me. 

Now I was just knocking around the house. I hadn't got dressed to go down the street or anything. All I was wearing was a t-shirt, skirt and panties. It was a hot day and I'd considered a bra unnecessary. If I was going out I could put one on.

So he thought I deserved a spanking did he. I'd show him. I just peeled off my t-shirt so I was standing there topless. I paused a moment so that he could get a good eyeful, then pushed down my skirt and panties and stood there naked. (Trying like the devil not to blush and bolt.)

"Need a spanking, do I?" I demanded. "Don't let not being my father stop you. It didn't stop you telling me off, after all. If you think I need one, go for it." 

Now I'd assumed that he would get all flustered and leave the room, and when he got out of his chair I damn well knew he was running and started smirking. The smirk sort of dribbled off my face when he sat on the couch and indicated I should approach.

He wouldn't really spank me, of course. He was running a bluff, expecting me to grab my clothes and bolt. I wasn't going to. No way. If anyone was going to back down it would be him. 

I practically bounced over to him, still sure that he would have to back down. I mean, to start spanking a naked woman, one who's no relation to you, but is most definitely related to your boss? Uh-uh. No way.

That pig. That low swine. That animal pretending to be human. Do you know what he did? Do you? I'll tell you what he did.

As soon as I was within reach his arm came snaking out and grabbed me. One quick jerk and I was falling across his lap and he was holding me there. Then he hit me!

Now if I had even dreamed that he'd actually spank me I'd have assumed a few warning spanks to the bottom. You know, bottom pushed up, hand comes down and spank. Ha!

Gordon's hand came swishing through the air in a long curve that collided violently with my behind at the bottom of the curve and just kept going up. Then it reversed direction and swishing back down, my bottom again the target. 

I squealed at the first spank and tried to struggle. His arm holding me felt like a rod of iron. I screamed at the second spank, because his hand when it hit felt as if that was made of iron. And he kept on doing it.

Turning my head I would see his hand curving through the air. Then it would vanish and I'd know just where it was going. There'd be this awful slap on my bottom and then his hand would appear, completing the curve, only to stop and reverse direction.

I squealed and wriggled and Gordon spanked and lectured. I would apologise to Uncle. I would put some proper effort into my school work. Yes, I would, I assured him. Just stop.

As if it was that easy. Gordon apparently believes if you're going to do something, do it properly. That way you won't have to repeat it. Heaven knows this was one task I didn't want him repeating.

When he finally finished he swung me to my feet and stood up. I was just standing there, feeling sore and sorry for myself, tears on my cheeks and red of face and bottom. At first I didn't catch what he said or notice what he was doing.

I must have caught what he said, because it slowly registered on my conscious mind. That's when I noticed what he'd been doing.

What he said was, "Now as to the sexual challenge you've thrown down," and what he was doing was dropping his trousers, and it was bloody obvious that he was ready for any sexual challenge that came his way.

He grabbed me and pulled me flush against him and I could feel his erection pressing against my tummy. His hands slid down my sides and around behind me, closing over my bottom (my very tender bottom) and slowly lifting me into the air.

I could feel his erection dragging against me as he lifted. I've always like to be clean shaven, with the result that I could feel him dragging slowly against my mons and then pressing against my slit before his erection just popped between my legs and he held me there, lightly resting my pussy on his cock.

No way was I letting that thing into me and I curled my legs up and around his waist, determined to hold myself up off his cock. My arms were hanging onto his neck. I mean, I was really clinging to him.

"Oh, please," I gasped, meaning 'oh please, don't do this'.

He took it the wrong way. Deliberately, I'm sure of it.

"You're an eager young thing, aren't you," he said, a big smile on his face, and he let my bottom go.

So I had my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Big deal. I still sank down a couple of inches and his cock was already resting against my slit. Then it was resting a couple of inches inside my slit. I couldn't believe that he would slide in so smoothly.

Rather belatedly I found that I was all worked up and excited thanks to that spanking. I hadn't known a spanking could get you sexually excited, and I'd just as soon not choose that way to get worked up in future. 

Whatever the reason, I now had a couple of inches of big fat cock inside me. More bad news promptly followed. I just didn't seem to have the strength to lift myself up off him. I was just sitting there, clinging to him and balanced on the end of his cock, while he just stood there, smiling at me.

Fine for him. He didn't have to do anything but stand there. I had to try to get myself out of this situation. I opened my mouth to tell him to take it out and put me down, and he gave this odd little movement and I found him easing deeper inside me. I squeaked and clung to him, but for some reason I could just feel myself sinking down, letting that monstrous shaft push up into me. For some reason my legs just seemed too weak to grip properly. It was the spanking that did it, I'm sure of it. It left me too feeble to resist his nefarious intent. (Isn't nefarious a lovely word. I'll have to work that into one of my English essays.)

Basically what it meant was that I was getting shafted and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Slowly but surely I could feel him pushing higher and higher into me, and truth be known, it wasn't that slowly. He just seemed to be pressing upwards and I sank down and accepted him. My legs curled around his waist, I found, just helped him to sink even deeper.

With him firmly inside me his smile just seemed to get wider.

"Time to visit the couch again," he said, and started leaning forward. 

He just lowered me onto the couch, coming down on top of me, and I finished up flat on my back, still clinging to him, and Gordon starting to bounce me against the couch.

It seemed that the philosophy of 'if you're going to do something, do it properly' applied to this as well, although I'm quite sure Gordon wouldn't mind repeating this little task. He certainly showed commendable enthusiasm for what he was doing.

He drove in hard and often, jolting me every time he hit home. He also watched my breasts with what appeared to be real appreciation as they jiggled back and forth under his loving care. 

He wasn't the only one following the 'do it properly' line. With no choice in whether I was actually going to have sex I saw no reason why I should be a reluctant participant and I was pushing up to meet him, taking him as deep as possible with every thrust. 

I was squeaking and making all sorts of enthusiastic noises as he took me. When his hands finally took hold of my breasts I nodded in delight, loving the way they felt when he stroked them. Somehow he managed to take one nipple into his mouth without slowing down the hip action in the slightest. I just squealed and clutched at his hair - holding, not pulling.

He took me long and hard, just seeming to go on for ever. Not that I was complaining. I was too busy savouring what his cock was doing to me to worry about how long he took. As long as he kept going, I'd say nothing.

OK, maybe screaming to god, pleading with Gordon, demanding that he do it harder and faster, was saying something, but that didn't count. I kept up with him, I'm pleased to say. Everything he dished out I met and returned, with me bouncing under him like one of those big rubber exercise balls. (I wonder what sex would be like on one of those. You'd probably fall off.)

I'd effectively been turned into a gibbering idiot by the time he made his end run and just took me apart. I climaxed and collapsed, feeling Gordon collapsing on top of me. We just lay there, me being crushed against the couch and not giving a damn.

Eventually we had to move and I found myself getting dressed. I still couldn't resist having a last shot at him.

"What do you think Uncle will say when I tell him? He'll probably fire you."

"For giving you a spanking? I doubt it. He'll probably say that you deserved it. Don't forget you have to apologise to him."

I wouldn't. How could I with him there to remind me.

"I wasn't referring to the spanking. I was talking about the other."

"What other?" Gordon had the gall to ask.

"What you did on the couch," I said indignantly.

"Spanked you?"

I just looked at him. I guess we both knew that there was no way I was going to mention the second half of what happened to Uncle. Or to anyone else, for that matter. I just took refuge in disdainful silence.

The silence lasted for seconds.

"Um, even if he doesn't fire you he'll probably tell you to move out while I'm here," I said hopefully.

Gordon was slowly shaking his head, still laughing at me.

I sighed. He was right. Uncle would say that the spanking served me right and there was no way he would ask Gordon to move out. I'd do better to just keep my big mouth shut and not humiliate myself.

"Decided against telling your uncle, have you?" guessed Gordon, noticing the hint of resignation on my face. "There is one little thing we should clear up before you go and make an embarrassing slip. Embarrassing to you that is."

I looked at him, one eyebrow lifted in enquiry. (Took me ages to learn that trick, but it's a pretty good one. Impresses people no end.)

"In the matter of employment, you seem to have the wrong end of the stick. Your uncle is my secretary and right-hand man. Not me, his."

I was stunned. Gordon was the boss? I thought of the occasions when I'd slung off at him and blushed. 

"Then how come you bother to live in his house," I asked, and the truth dawned even as he started to laugh. Gawd. Of course. It was his place.

"You've known all along what I thought, blast you. You're a conniving swine."

"My change of status doesn't seem to have made you all polite and well-mannered where I'm concerned," he said with a grin. "Now, just to upset you a bit more, go and get your notes on that maths you're having trouble with and I'll go over it with you. I'm quite good at maths."

Oh, great. Not only was Gordon my uncle's boss, but now it appeared he was going to be my tutor as well. And what would happen if I upset my tutor? My bottom winced at the thought.



Right Here, Right Now



It was a long day and Leah was wound so tight, she thought she might snap. She pulled on a pair of shorts, a tee, and her sneakers. Tomorrow she would see him, but after the day she'd had, she needed his arms around her right then. She hated the distance between them. She hated that she couldn't get to him when she wanted. She was alone, horny and missing him so she was going to walk it out. She had to clear her head because there was no way she could make it another day feeling this way. She never expected to want and need Q so much. She longed for him.

Bending and stretching, Leah thought she might need to run instead of walk this evening. She had a lot of energy to burn off. When she walked out to the street, she saw a black Navigator coming toward her. As it got closer, she saw Q. What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to pick her up until after he got off work the next day. He had to drive so far to get to her, she didn't want him to have to make that trip two days in a row. Gas was too high! What was he thinking? 

He pulled to a stop in the driveway and opened the passenger door. Leah climbed in and before she could speak, he pulled her to him and kissed her. She loved kissing him. His soft lips parted and his tongue found hers, swirling and setting her on fire.

"What're you doing here?" she whispered. He kissed her neck and pulled her tee shirt up over her bra. Q squeezed her breasts, covering each with wet kisses. He grasped her nipple between his teeth, biting her softly. Her soft moans filled the air.

"I couldn't wait," he breathed against her cleavage, "I was sitting at my desk today and all I could think about was you. I just wanted you so bad. Right now, I want you. Right here. Right now." He returned to her breasts, suckling like a baby. She cradled him, loving the way he made her feel.

With each touch of his tongue, her back arched and her head tilted back. She grabbed his hand and slid it into her shorts. Her panties were soaked. He rubbed her as she pressed herself against him. Q got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening her door and pulling her into his arms. For a moment he just held her. He knew she needed him and he wanted to be sure she knew that what he felt for her was more than physical. He wanted to comfort her because that's what she did for him. She was his comfort. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Then she pulled him into the back seat on top of her. 

He knelt in front of her, parted her legs and pulled the crotch of her bottoms to the side, revealing her dripping pussy. She was all swollen and dark rose-colored. How he loved her pussy! He loved the way it tasted, the satiny texture of it, it was beautiful and he wanted to devour her. He licked her up and down, back and forth, in and out, kissing her deeply.

Leah couldn't control her hips. She couldn't control her hands. Her legs across his shoulders, she gyrated against him, smearing her juices all over his face. She wondered if he knew how sexy he really was. Did he know how much she wanted and needed him? Did he have a clue that she would do anything for him? When he touched her like that, she had trouble believing he was real. No one had ever inspired such passion in her. Her breathing shortened and she knew she had to stop him. She wanted to spoil him like he'd spoiled her. Teetering on the edge of ecstasy, she yanked him up and kissed him, reveling in the taste of her on his lips.

It was all about her. Q's pleasure was pleasing her. From the moment she sat in the car, all he wanted to do was make her feel good. But she was pulling away from him just as she was starting to tremble. She was going to cum and he didn't want to let her go, but she wriggled out if his grip and pushed him back on the seat. He had to admit he liked when she took control. Leaning back, staring down at her, Q watched her unzipped him and wrapped her hands around his dick. Leah looked up at him, her beautiful eyes sparkling, smiled and then his dick disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. 

A throaty groan escaped him and his body tensed. As much as he loved for her to give him head, she made him so sensitive, he could barely contain himself. Her lips tight around the thickness of his massive cock, she sucked him up and down, licking it all around, her head bobbing slowly, then progressively faster. This girl was mean and vicious, the way she handled him. And he liked it. He liked the way she gave everything. She was reluctant to say it out loud, but her every action told him that she loved him and that made him ache to be deep inside her.

She felt weightless when he flipped her over on her back and poised above her. She touched his face and kissed him. Then she reached down between them, grabbed that dick and slid it into her juicy, hot pussy. He stared into her eyes and hesitated. They'd only been together one other time and she had been unprepared for him. He wanted to be aware of her this time. Q was determined not to cause her any kind of pain in any way. As if reading his mind, she whispered,

"It's ok. I want it. All of it. I'm ok, baby. Move with me. I'm ok." Slowly, gently, he began to move within her. She felt so good, so warm and tight around him. Soon she was throwing it at him and he felt himself losing control. Q knew it wouldn't take long. He was always on the verge of orgasm when she was around. She just had that effect on him.

Leah writhed beneath him, moaning low and sexy. Crossing her legs behind him, she thrust herself onto his dick, contracting her pussy around his girth. He moved faster and deeper, knowing she was close. Her arms wrapped around him, she shut her eyes tightly and screamed. Q clamped a hand over her mouth as she spasmed and jerked beneath him.

"Oh baby, yeah! You fuckin' me! Fuck me, Quinn!" she squealed. The sound of her voice set him off and he came inside her, filling her to the point of overflow. Then he stuck his face back into her pussy, sucking, licking, and rubbing his face in her stickiness until she came again and again.

Multiple orgasms were more than she expected or dared to dream of. As Leah tried to catch her breath, she told herself to be careful. Falling too deep for this man might not be a good thing.



Right in Front of Your Eyes



This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this story are over the age of 18, are not real, nor are they in any way related to any real living individual. The intent is strictly for the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.

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She wasn't the type of woman that you would drool over. She wasn't slim or tall, she had plain features, straight shoulder length blonde hair, always wore plain clothes, never wore make up and wasn't overly charismatic. However she had a lovely nature, a beautiful smile and an infectious giggle. Her body was quite nice for woman of her age thick and shapely, not large just a nice roundness to her breast and behind. She'd aged gracefully, albeit in her early fifties she hadn't looked a day over forty. She would have had a few admirers in her day but now she was just a single working class mom that didn't seem interested in that sort of thing. Since dad left she'd actually been doing great. It had been almost two years since the divorce and she'd never looked happier. 

She had totally got her confidence back. It hadn't been always the case, in the beginning of the end she was a wreck. But I'd noticed her holding herself differently about a year ago. Something changed in her and she'd become a strong independent woman again. It was nice having her not mope about the place and instead be cheery and interested in what was happening in my life. We were always pretty close, I was always more of a momma's boy and she was always affectionate. It was probably because she'd always treated me like I was the most important thing in the world to her. I was an only child and I relished every moment of it. I liked being the only one that got all the hugs, the praise and the attention. Anyway I guess I'm writing all this down because you wouldn't believe it if I told you. This is the beginning of how my mother became the object of my affections.

I know that last statement might make some people lose their minds but let me tell you I was as surprised as you are. I never expected any of this to happen nor did I ask for it, it just happened. In no way am I ashamed of it, disgusted by it or unhappy with what led me to these moments. It's unorthodox sure and I know in some places it's severely frowned upon but it's an age old condition. Boys love their mothers, some just more than others and some in different ways. So I guess I better start how this all happened. It had been a day like any other apart from that it was the beginning of the week. Mondays always sucked, I'd come home and have a ritual to take away the stress of being back at school. Monday's were porn night. I know it seems a little odd to pick a specific night to surf the net looking for naked ladies but I was a busy boy and Mondays (being the worst day of the week) felt appropriate. I was in my last year of school and exams were just around the corner.

Anyway I usually looked at young naked girls but one of my teachers, Mrs. Vanderbeak had stirred my tastes in the more mature women's direction of late. I'd look up those teacher videos. You know the ones where the guy needs better grades or he's got detention and the teacher works out the best way to fulfill his punishment. They always got me day dreaming at school about Mrs. Vanderbeak. It seemed like a pretty routine scan of this site frequented when I opened up a video of this buxom teacher that I was instantly hard for. The video was named Mrs. Kim punishes Johnny: The principal might have something to say. I thought what they hell, it might even be a great three way video. Anyway it started out pretty same same, the teacher has Johnny for detention and then decides the best way for him to work it off is to eat her out. Straight away it was a winner, the chick was hot, big tits, flowing red hair and a bright pink pussy. I didn't even think I'd make it to the point where the principal rocks up. Johnny bent her over the desk and started fucking her like crazy. Mrs. Kim, screamed with him ploughing her, so loud that it alerted the principal walking by in the corridor. As soon as the principal walked in though I froze, till with my hand on my dick. I couldn't believe my eyes. The principal was my mom. There she stood in a pencil skirt, shirt, high heels and glasses staring at the two in mid copulation. 

"What's going on here?" She said interrupting their passion.

"Oh fuck," Johnny says, pulling out and stepping back from the desk.

"This isn't what it looks like," Kim replies freezing in her current position.

"Really?" My mom says walking up to the desk. "Is this supposed to be a detention?"

"I got a little carried away," Kim replied biting her lip.

"Looks like you're the one that needs punishing for this indiscretion," she said placing her hand on the middle of Mrs. Kim's back. She then pulled her left hand back and slapped Kim square on her bubble butt. I was so taken aback as to what just happened. 

"She looks good enough to eat doesn't she Jimmy?" My mom asked spreading Kim's cheeks apart. Jimmy just nods in agreement. Then my mom dives in and licks from Kim's clit all the way up to her asshole. 

"Holy fuck," I uttered out loud. I'd always thought my mom was pretty conservative and here she was eating out another chick in a porno! I was stunned staring at my mom suck on this chicks juicy pussy. I was somewhat confused as to if I should be finding it so hot but my body was reacting in a way I never thought possible. I was harder than I'd ever been, my cock was probably another twenty percent larger than I'd ever seen and it was pulsing with my every heart beat. I was super aroused but this was only the beginning.

"Get over here and take my clothes off Jimmy," she ordered standing up facing him. He began helping her out of her clothes as Kim worked her neck from behind, licking and sucking from neck line to her ears. Within moments she was writhing naked as their hands ran up and down her body. I hadn't seen mom naked for a while, it wasn't the kind of thing you went out of your way to see. She had a fit body, not rigid, not muscly, but soft and supple. Her large breasts didn't sag and her nipples stood erect. I scanned down her body to her slit, she had a little patch of fine pubic hair which framed his pink lips perfectly. I wanted to see more and couldn't wait for them to explore her body. 

She edged backwards onto the desk and spread her legs open for Jimmy to inspect little did she know it was for me to enjoy her wares as well.

"Does that look just as tasty?" She said as if daring him to eat her.

"Sure does Principal Myers," he said spreading her lips apart with his fingers, her hole glistening with her excitement. Mrs. Kim slid to the side of my mom when Jimmy dove in to slurp on my mom's slippery pearl. Kim began to suckle on mom's hard nipples. Mom began to moan softly, grabbing the back of Jimmy's head pushing his face harder against her. 

The scene went on in the usual fashion. Jimmy proceeded to fuck both of them, switching from time to time. The ladies sucked and licked each other when the other was being fucked. It was pretty stock standard three way porn, but fuck me. I'd never been more turned on; I could barely touch my cock for fear of it exploding. In fact by the end of the clip my dick was almost sore from being so hard. The tip was covered in pre-cum and that wasn't from me puling on it. 

Once Jimmy had blown his load all over the lovely ladies faces I decided to pause the video. I scrolled down the page to see if in the comments anyone had mentioned what my mom's screen name was. Low and behold I find this comment.

"That Abigail Day does it for me every time, can't wait for her next one!" The statement alone had peaked my curiosity. Every time? How many films had she'd been in? Once I'd seen her stage name I decided to hit porn imdb and I was blown away once again. There she was, accredited for ten scenes to date only starting a bit over a year back. 

"That's almost one a month," I said out loud still in shock. So his is where she'd gone and found her new confidence. She'd be banging guys and girls for money and obviously having a good time with it considering how many performances she'd already racked up. I knew I shouldn't have opened Pandora's box as it where but once I'd started there was no going back. I searched for the first production on the list. I thought if I was going to start somewhere I should start at the beginning. So I hunted for about five minutes before I found a clip of the whole first time. It was one of those casting couch type scenarios. They ask her questions about what she likes and get her to strip. It's like she hadn't even dressed up to go there. There she sat in her grey cardigan and blue jeans. You could tell my mom was nervous. She looked all mousy and innocent, exactly how she was over a year ago. It must have taken her some convincing to get her to this point. My mom wasn't the type that you thought would ever do this, maybe the money was too good to turn down? Maybe it made her feel sexy again.

"So what kind of guys do you like?" The voice behind the camera asked. She looked a little shy before answering the question.

"I like young boys," she replied as if a little embarrassed at what she'd just said.

"You mean like this guy over here?" The voice said once again, the camera swiveling to a guy on a chair next to the couch.

"Exactly like him," she said, giggling afterwards. 

"Does it excite you to know he'll be deep inside you very soon?" She nodded in agreement before being spoken to again. "How about you show us how excited you are?" The voice prompted as she stood up of the couch. Slowly she took of her cardi and undid her shirt underneath. She was wearing a white bra with a red rose pattern around it that I'd never seen before. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down before kicking them off with a laugh. Her knickers matched her bra. I figured it must have been a gift from dad at some point, maybe only seen the light of day once or twice. She looked great though. It almost looked like she wanted to cover up but the voice pressed again.

"Sexy baby, how about you pull those panties to the side a little?" 

She sat back down on the couch and spread her legs. Tugging her panties to one side she showed of her haired bush. It hadn't been as trimmed as it was in the other movie I saw but it was still neat. She spread her pink lips open so the camera could get a look. She was already wet with excitement and I was already twitching with anticipation. I couldn't hold on, I had to see her getting fucked. I fast forwarded to the moment the guy lay her on her back, with her arms behind her head and her legs spread out before penetrating her. She moaned as soon as he entered. As far as I'd known my mom wasn't overly promiscuous. She'd only told me about two boyfriends before dad. Then hear she was taking it from a complete stranger for money. It was fucking hot. For a split second I saw myself as the guy. I was way too into it. As she roared with passion my cock throbbed. Without any hand stimulation I could feel my orgasms welling up inside. I watched her get fucked in different positions until my cock burst with the seed of passion. It dribbled out of the end of my cock, splashing my pants. I was awestruck, I didn't even think it was possible, but there it was. My own mom had given me a hands free orgasm. The pure sensual idea of her was enough for me to unload my balls. I was hooked. I knew from that moment on I had started something, something that would drive me to deviancy. My biggest problem was how the hell was I going to face her now? Was I just going to come out and tell her that I knew? Would I hint at it just to see what her response would be? How would I ever look at her just like my mom again? I didn't really have a lot of time to work things out either dinner was less than an hour away.

I entered the kitchen like I would on any other night. I stopped suddenly as I stood in the frame. She was standing against the stove cooking dinner, her back to me. I took a second eying her behind, remembering how sexy it looked in the videos. I knew I couldn't stand there for long though so proceeded to wander in.

"Hi mom," I croaked with barely enough strength to form words.

"Hey sweetie," she said turning a tad towards me smiling. "How was your day?"

"Good," I said bursting to tell her that it was one of the most magnificent in my life.

"Get up to anything special?" She asked.

"Hmmmm," I mumbled shaking my head; if she only knew. "What about you?" I asked quickly trying to keep the conversation rolling.

"Oh you know the usual, shopping for groceries and what not. Nothing special," she replied nonchalantly. A thought had entered my mind though. She had gone out today. She could have been halfway across town getting her ass shagged off. An image of her naked body flashed into my brain before I heard her speak again.

"Are you ready?" She said. I choked and coughed sputtering out a few words

"Ready... for what?"

"For dinner silly? What did you think? To run a marathon or something," she said looking at me in that quirky way only a mother can.

"Uh, yeah," I said stumbling out of the kitchen.

She dished up our meals in front of the tv and she sat next to me.

"So what did you want to do tonight?" She asked bringing her plate up to her lap.

"Ahhhhh, I dunno," I said still swimming from early events.

"Well I'm happy to do anything you want" she said spinning me out even further. Everything she said became sexual in my mind. I had to get a grip. 

"How about... about you pick?" I managed to stutter out.

"Well I'd be up for some tv on the couch with my special man." 

"That sounds grrrr..." I said trailing off for a moment to think what that meant. She lifted her gaze from her plate to look me over.

"Are you sure you are ok? You seem funny," she said concern in her eyes.

"I'm ok mom, honestly. I'm just tired is all," I said hopefully throwing her off my odd behavior.

"Well I won't keep you up too long," she replied smiling. Oh keep me up as late as you like, my brain screamed.

"I'd be happy to stay for a few shows."

"What would you like to watch?" she asked.

"Your porno's," I wanted to say. "I'm easy," is what I actually said. 

"Ok well how about that new sci-fi we'd been meaning to get around to?"

"Yeah sounds great," I agreed. But then again I probably would have agreed to anything that made her happy.

I'd realized that I wanted to make her happier than usual. Like somehow I had a stronger bond with her from what I'd seen. Somehow I thought she wouldn't feel the same way. In fact if she knew she'd probably be mortified. She wasn't the most private person in the world but we hadn't really we really delved into her sex life before. She was pretty cool about talking about that stuff with me though. When we had all the birds and bee stuff she hadn't sugar coated it nor used euphemisms, she was straight up. She even talked to me about masturbating. I thought it would be super embarrassing but she didn't make it seem taboo. It was just something boys and girls did. Exploring your sexuality wasn't a bad thing. In fact she encouraged it. Thinking back to it now, her calmness might explain a little bit about what was going on now. I mean before I'd seen those movies I would never have thought she was all that sexually active; obviously I was wrong. You don't usually wonder those things about your own mother. Well I didn't but I guess I can't speak for others.

Anyway after we'd finished dinner I took the plates out and she got the show ready to go. I came back in and plonked down beside her. She'd stretched her legs out and wedged her back into the corner of the couch. I sat at the other end of the couch; it was only a three seater so I wasn't that far away from her. I sat there staring at the screen or the longest time, mostly trying to keep my mind off the events earlier in the evening. Before I knew it we'd finished the first episode. 

"That was good," she said as the credits rolled. "Wanna do another?" I just nodded and smiled. She pressed skip and the next episode started. She placed down the remote and began to stretch her legs out placing them on my lap. "You don't mind do you?" She asked.

"Nah it's cool," I said placing my hands on her feet, digging my fingers into the arch. It was like a reflex, it was like I wasn't even in control of my own body.

"Ooh, I didn't mean you have to do that," she said surprised. "But I won't say no," she giggled.

"You made dinner so it's only fare," I replied with a snigger.

"Does that mean I get one of these every night?" She joked.

"If you like," I said grinning.

"In that case you never have to move out," she replied laughing. I continued to rub her feet, pushing firmly against her heel. She moaned softly obviously enjoying the attention. I worked her whole foot until she was a relaxed puddle. She looked so comfortable lying on her side.

"Mmmm, that was amazing sweetie. Come over here and give me a cuddle," she said opening her arms up.

It wasn't like this was a weird situation we'd cuddled on the couch plenty of times before. But it was a little different this time. I lay down sideways and shimmied up the couch. I threw my arm around her back and placed my head on her ample bosom, only a thin skivvy separating me from her naked skin. It was a soft and inviting pillow for me to rest on but at the same time arousing. Only inches away from me was her right nipple, erect and supple, my eyes fixing on it. Maybe my foot massage had excited her, the thought filling my mind with even dirtier ideas. It took all much strength not to reach over and take it into my mouth. On top of this her scent instantly filled my nostrils. It was that sweet familiar smell, like freshly fabric softened clothes. It hadn't had the same effect that it had in the past, that comforting loving nurturing smell. Now it excited me. The scent of a woman that you wanted to touch, taste and be inside of. It's like seeing her in all her sexual glory awoke a deep desire in me to suckle on her forbidden fruit. But how could I be feeling this she was my mother, I had come from her womb and right now all I wanted to do was to be back inside of her.

It felt so wrong to be having these thoughts about my own mother that even my stomach felt empty. A nervous energy swelled inside me. I was fighting biology and morality. On one hand I had this nurturing mother that society said I could only be so close to and on the other a sexual goddess that my body craved. I was so conflicted. Well I would be if I ever thought I'd get any closer to touching her than this. Still, it left me horny and confused, so horny that I was sporting a huge erection. I'd just hoped that mom had no idea. I mean what would she think? She'd think I was sick no doubt. So I lay there very still, enjoying what closeness I could get from her. We sat there cuddling for almost half an hour before she moved, when to my horror and surprise she moved her leg across to my crotch. Still hard it pressed firmly into her thigh. I shimmied my butt back a little as if trying to get away but her leg followed until I had nowhere else to go, I was wedged. I closed my eyes and hoped she didn't notice. I could feel her neck turn as if she was turning towards me. I titled my head up to see her looking at me.

"What?" I gulped.

"What is that?" she whispered.

"Ummm... what?" I stammered as if having no idea as to what she was asking.

"Is that?" She asked stopping before asking the rest of the question.

"Is what?" I croaked starting to sweat.

"Is that..." She said nudging her thigh into it, "what I think it is?" I felt like dying of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry mom," I said shying away from her eyes.




Right in Front of Your Eyes



"No it's," she started. "It's ok really. It's perfectly normal for a boy your age to be excited a lot of the time," she said obviously trying to make me feel better.

"I'm still sorry, I can stop hugging you if you like?"

"Don't be silly," she said smiling. She waited a moment before asking another question. "Was that what got you excited?" I honestly didn't know how to respond. Should I tell her the truth, that I thought she was attractive.

"Ahhh no," I said trying to hide the truth.

"Really I wouldn't be upset if it was, you can tell me," she said supportively.

"Really?" I squeaked. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all sweetie," she said smiling before continuing. "In fact...I might actually be a little flattered," she said with a giggle. I couldn't tell if she was humoring me or being serious. Yet all the while her leg still hadn't moved, her thigh was still slightly pressing against my crutch.

"So it wouldn't bother you?" I asked surprised.

"No sweetie, it's nice to know that I'm still attractive, no matter who tells me."

"Maybe a little then," I replied sheepishly.

"Was it just because we were so close and cuddly?" I stayed silent still lost for what to say. "Its ok baby you can me anything. I won't judge you or get mad."

"It wasn't just because we were close," I managed to push out. She just looked at me with her deep blue eyes, drawing the words out of me with that supportive look. "It's because..." I gulped knowing if I opened the box it would never shut again. "It's because you are beautiful mom." She smiled warmly and hugged me tighter.

"You are such a sweetie." She hugged me and pressed me deeper into her chest and shifting me into a front on embrace. As I moved, my erect penis dragged down her thigh, briefly pressed against her mound and down her butt crevice before resting in between her legs.

It was sweet torture. It felt like my dick would explode again. God I was hot for her. But I just lay there enjoying everything she was offering. She held my head close to her breast and ran her fingers through my hair. It was loving and nurturing which I wasn't really wanting but it was still nice. I still appreciated the attention. We stayed like that until the credit music jolted us out of it. 

"Did that episode seem quick or was that just me?" She asked and I lifted my head.

"It did seem awfully fast," I said with smirk.

"Must be because we were having such a good time," she replied smiling cheekily. What did she mean by that? Did she just mean because it was a nice cuddle, or was she playing with me because of my excitement?

"Yeah it was nice," I said shyly. 

"I always love our couch time together. Now give me a kiss, I should head off to bed," she said smiling. Before I explain the next part it was a pretty regular occurrence to kiss her goodnight, just a quick peck on the lips usually. Like I said we were a close family, there wasn't anything odd about it, although, this time was different. 

I raised myself up off her chest with my arms either side of her. She leaned in a kissed me on the lips. It wasn't the usual peck though it was a bit longer and wetter. I mean it wasn't an open mouth kiss but it was definitely more familiar than usual. I didn't pull away and neither did she for a moment. When she stopped, I sat back on the couch to let her up. She swung her legs around and placed her feet on the ground.

"Sweet dreams sweetie," she said standing up. 

"You too," I gasped, staring at her butt as she walked away. I will now, I thought. My god, what the hell just happened? Did she kiss me like that by accident or was that because I stroked her ego? Either way I was as happy as Larry, happy and horny. I rushed up stairs and got into bed, my mind playing the events of the evening over and over. Was I imagining everything that had happened tonight? Was I reading into this too much? I lay there for a bit until I realized that the shower was running. Mom must have slipped in before bed. My mind still rushing with naughty thoughts was urging me to creep out there and take a peek. 

I slunk out of my bed and crept down the hall to the bathroom. I was pinging on the adrenaline but at the same time too scared to open the door. What if she noticed me and flipped out. I'd never live it down. I decided not to and turned around to head back to my bed when I noticed something. Mom's clothes were piled in front of her door. She usually did that when she was jumping in the shower as it made it easy for her to deal with once she hopped out. I must've missed the pile in my eagerness to go peak on her but then something else popped into my head. There barely sticking out of the pile were her panties. A pink little cotton kind, exactly the kind I liked. I couldn't resist, they were right there. I burned to know what her scent was like. I darted over to the pile and extracted her cute pair. All of a sudden I was taken aback. It couldn't be, rolled through my mind as I held her pretty delicates. An aroma wafted from her panties, a musky sex smell, exactly the kind that I'd wished it to be. At the same time I couldn't believe it though, the middle section of her panties was wet. Not wet as in had water on them but damp as in had her excited juices on them. I pulled them up to my face with disbelief, snorting more of her pungent bouquet, the rich fragrance dizzying.

The whole time I held them in my hand something itched at the back of my mind. Why were they wet? She can't have been out of my site for more than five minutes before she jumped in the shower. I guess that would be enough time for her to do something, but the dampness was cold to touch, it couldn't have been fresh. Something that had happened tonight had stimulated her, which meant something I'd done had stimulated her. I was burning to know what as I held her sticky unmentionables close to my face. Suddenly I realized I was sitting in the quiet, mom had obviously jumped out of the shower. I dropped her panties and bolted for my room, tripping on her clothes in the process. Thankfully it hadn't done much but ruffle the pile and slow down my traction. Soon I was safely back in my bed, lights off and under the doona. Her sexual perfume lingered around me as I lay there in my cocoon. This was the night that would start my infatuation, the night when other girls would pale in comparison to the bewitching celestial creature that was my own mother. Can't say I slept much that night. It was hard to clear my mind of all of the imagery. Every time I would close my eyes, there she was. Not slutty like in the porno's but being all loving, holding me tight, kissing me the way she did, her naked body beneath me, inviting and soft. 

By morning I was exhausted. I probably got two or three hours sleep. Her voice woke me, calling out for me to get up. I heard the door creak and I fluttered my eyes to try to open them.

"Are you getting up sleepy bum?" She said poking her head around the frame. I mumbled with whatever strength I could muster. "You'll be late for school if you don't get up." I merely groaned in response. "Don't make me pull the blankets off you," she said opening the door further. 

"Ok, I'll get up in a minute," I whined in my stupor.

"I'll even make you breakfast," she said sweetly.

"Mmmm, thanks mom," I said beginning to stir. "Love you."

"I love you too sweetie, no get that bum into the shower. I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes at the most."

I dragged my ass out of bed and got ready as quick as I could before making my way down to the kitchen. Mom had thrown together some cereal and a cup of tea for me. She sat at the kitchen bench sipping a cup she'd made for herself. She looked so cute sitting there in her nighty holding the warm cup with both hands close to her face. 

"Thanks mom, I appreciate it," I said sitting down.

"Well I appreciated the foot rub last night, so we are even," she said smiling warmly. We sat there quietly enjoying each other company for a moment before mom spoke again. "So why are you so tired? Didn't you get to bed when I did?" I had to think of a lie quick, I couldn't outright tell her it was because I was fantasizing about her all night.

"Oh, I just couldn't sleep. I was super restless and my brain was way too active."

"Did you have a snack after I went to bed? Eating late always affects me."

"Nah, I just went up to my room," she cocked her eyebrow at my response.

"I thought I heard you in the hall after I'd gone upstairs." Oh shit I thought, she knew I was snooping about. I just hoped she didn't know why.

"Ahh, yeah, I was going to get a glass of water from the bathroom but realized you were in the shower. I didn't really want to barge in, so I went downstairs instead."

"You know I wouldn't have minded if you'd just come in to get one." I knew my mom was pretty liberal but I was surprised that she wouldn't have cared.

"I didn't want to intrude, plus I know the taps can be funny at times. I didn't want to scold you either."

"You are so sweet, always thinking about me," she said reaching across to stroke my cheek.

"Well it's only because you are always thinking about me," I said raising the mug of tea.

We shared some quiet smiles before I had to get up and run out the door.

"Thanks mom, see you tonight," I said after slurping up the last of my tea. 

"Have a good day sweetie," she yelled out as I belted for the door. 

I barely made the bus, but I couldn't care if I'd missed it really. I wasn't really present at school all day. I was too tired to focus and still had other things on my mind. In fact after that night it was on my mind pretty often. It didn't help either that she was always eager to spend time with me. In fact every night that week we did the same thing. We spent time on the couch watching shows and cuddling. Every night was the same except there was less grinding action. I gathered the first night had been an accident that was unlikely to happen again. However like clockwork she would shower and leave her clothes out front of her door for me to inspect. It was driving me bonkers. I mean it was superb to spend time in her arms, but it always left me wanting more. Then one night after our cuddling I couldn't handle it, I needed release so I hit online again to see if I could find another one of her movies. I fired up the pc buzzing in anticipation. I went to the porn Imdb and looked at the names of her videos. One had recently been added, in fact uploaded the day after I looked last. It was called Mommy does it better 4, no shit I almost fell of my chair. I was almost too scared to look it up. The thought that this video might fill my fantasy, made my palms clammy. I scanned the internet for the video, mostly all my favourite sites until low and behold there it was. Seemed she had fans as into her as I was. I clicked on the play and waited for no doubt would be the most amazing video I'd ever see.  

The scene started out with a teenage guy, with a suitcase, knocking on the front door. Within a few knocks mom had walked up to the door. She was wearing her usual home gear. Obviously the regular mom sold better than the done up one. She opened the door and was instantly pleased to see him.

"Mom," he said stepping in the house open armed. They hugged before heading in to the lounge.

"How's uni been?" she asked as they sat on the couch.

"Ok I guess," he said nonplussed.

"That doesn't sound to promising," she replied. "Everything alright?"

"Eh, don't really want to talk about it," he said shying away from her.

"Ok maybe we can talk later, I'm just happy you are home," she said smiling.

"Me too mom," he said returning the smile.

"Well you should take that stuff up stairs and get comfortable."

"Yeah I might have a shower."

"Ok, I'll get you a towel, you head up and I'll be there in a second."

"Thanks mom," he said taking his bags from the lounge.

The next scene was of him getting out of the shower, the towel waiting for him on the sink. He dry's off and heads into his room. He wraps the towel around his waist, sits down on the bed and sighs. A second later mom walks past the door and looks in to see him looking sorry for himself. 

"Honey, can I come in?" She says and he gestures her over, so she sits next to him on the bed. "Are you sure you are ok sweetie?" She says concerned. 

"It's just... This girl I met on campus about a month ago. She was pretty amazing. For some reason she decided it wasn't meant to be though," he said looking hurt.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. But she obviously wasn't right for you. Don't worry you are handsome, you'll find someone else that's perfect for you," she said placing her hand on his leg.

"Thanks mom, I'm just worry I'm doing something wrong."

"What do you mean honey, did she say something?"

"Ah yeah... I don't know if you'd want to hear it about it though."

"You can tell me anything sweetie but if you don't feel comfortable about it you don't have to tell me," she replied being as supportive as she is in real life.

"It's about sex," he said shyly.

"Oh," she said taken aback. "What did she say?"

"Are you sure you are ok talking about this?" He questioned hesitantly.

"Of course honey, if it's bothering you I'm happy to help if I can," she replied smiling. "So what did she say?"

"Well it was because I couldn't get her off. It's not like I haven't gotten off girls in the past but for some reason it was just impossible with her. I feel like I've lost my skills, like my technique is all wrong or something."

I knew this was when the scene was about to heat up. Porn with stories were always the best no matter how simple the script or dialog. I was wishing I could have been the guy in the film. At that moment I would have traded anything.

"I'm sure you are fine sweetie," she said comforting him. "What is it that you were doing?" 

"Um, you know the usual stuff."

"What specifically?" She said probing further.

"Well it's a little hard to explain."

"Ok," she said leaning back. "How about you show me?"

"Show you how?" He said confused.

"Well you show me the basic finger work you were doing on her and I'll give you pointers."

"What like this?" He said swishing his hand in the air. 

"Not like that, on me silly," she said grabbing onto his hand.

"Really?" He said surprised. "And that won't be weird?"

"Honey, we are both adults and if you can't come to me with this stuff, who can you go to?" she replied in her comforting tone.

"So you are ok if I touch you?"

"It's fine, it'll be purely teaching you what to do," she said standing up to unbutton her pants.

Seconds later she peeled her pants and panties down to the ground. She then hopped up on the bed and spread her legs for him to get a good eyeful. I was already as hard as a rock, there she was in all her naked glory, presenting to her 'son'. He sat there gobsmacked for a moment, still not believing what was happening. 

"Wow mom, you are looking after yourself, your body is magnificent," he said analyzing her naked flesh.

"Thank you honey, I do try," she said smiling.

"Well you succeed," he relied grinning.

"Ok so show me how you touch her, you might want to wet your fingers first," she said instructing him. He put some saliva on his fingers and reached down to her bare pussy. He glazed her lips from hole to clit and continued to stroke up and down.

"Mmm, that's good," she said breathing heavier. 

"So nothing wrong with this?" He asked sincerely.

"No sweetie, nothing at all," she replied sighing in relaxation. He parted her lips further and slipped his finger inside her sopping hole. She sweetly moaned as he plunged his finger inside of her. 

"Still good?" He asked again.

"Yes, keep going baby," she said coaxing him on.

He slipped a second finger inside her and began to pull his fingers towards himself with a little force. This made her moan a single moan louder than any of the earlier ones. He continued the process for about a minute before slipping out and up to her clit. She sighed pleasurably as his fingers came up to press against her nub.

"Mmmm, that's it honey, rub my clit," she moaned as he ran circles around her juicy love button. He shimmied up the bed and got closer to her. "Show me how you kissed her," she said panting in pleasure. He moved forward with little hesitation and planted his lips on hers. At first it was slow and closed mouth but not for long. Soon they were passionately kissing, opened mouth, their tongues slipping in and out. She moaned into his mouth and he rubbed harder on her clit.

"Fuck baby you are so good," she whispered after a sharp squeal. 

"Really, you like it?" He said coaxing more out of her.

"I'm so close to cumming," she said gutturally whilst biting her lip.

He then pushed her down so her shoulders were touching the bed, dragged her down a little and spread her legs apart further before diving in between them. She acted as if surprised when his lips planted down on her clit. He began to slurp and swirl around, supping at her juices.

"Ooooohhh sweety," she cried as her worked her sex with his tongue. She panted harder and faster and then he inserted his fingers back inside her. Soon she was bucking and writhing against his face. "I'm about to cum," she howled in ecstasy, within seconds her warm, fluids sprayed against his face. He lapped at the nectar pouring from her hole until her immense orgasm subsided.

God I wished I could do that. My cock was twitching from the sheer amazement of how hot that had all been. Yet I had only watched a third of the movie. What other sumptuous treats awaited me? I decided that it was enough for the night though. I didn't want to use up this video in one go. It had to be savored like a fine wine that only got better with age. It was only fair to his mother. After all she wasn't a cheap whore despite being in the film I'd just watched. I got why she was doing it. It had given her confidence back after dad. It probably made her feel powerful that younger men were lining up around the block to fuck her. I guess the bit that surprised me the most as the content of the most recent video. But then again she probably just went where the money was. The director says I want you to do this scene and if you aren't too morally opposed to it you just go for it. It had me wonder though. I wanted to go back over the earlier videos to see if this was the first time she'd done a scene like this. I guess I barely scanned the names when I was looking at her list but the deeper I looked the clearer it became. Two other films prior had been incest themed, it just hadn't clicked with me as I glanced at them last time, Dad is away 9 and Mom Fever 2. I just thought they were those kind of porn names I'd come to expect. But as I did a little research they came up as incest fantasy films. The thought excited me further, was my mother into the fantasy side of it or the reality? I mean just because you look at porn about something doesn't mean you want to do it and I would say that would be the same as starring in it. Either way its fantasy, a way to act out something you might think is hot without actually doing it. 

Still it had made me want to know. Plus everything that had happened this week; especially with her panties, might be an indication that she had a secret desire for the taboo. The question was how could I approach the subject? It's not like I could just come out and ask; and even if I did as she said she was into it, how could I make a move? She was still my mother. The whole situation was driving me insane. As hard as it was I tried not to focus on it and just let it continue the way it had been lately. Maybe something would present itself. Maybe there would be a moment that would tell all. So I let it be and it wasn't long before another scenario had presented itself.




Right in Front of Your Eyes



It was Sunday during the afternoon and I'd been chilling in my room since I'd gotten home. It was quite a warm day so I was just sitting in my shorts. I'd been at my mates place the night before and had only been home for about an hour before she knocked on my door.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure mom, it's open," I said swiveling on my chair to face the door.

"I'm having some problems with my laptop. Do you mind if I use yours for a bit?" 

"Nah no probs, did you want it now?" I said getting out of the chair.

"Thanks so much sweetie, I promise I won't be long," she said brushing past me to the chair. She was wearing a white summery dress that swished before she sat down. 

"Take your time mom, I might even have a look at the laptop for you."

"You don't have to really, it so annoying it keeps resetting."

"It's fine I'll have a bit of a squiz and see what I can figure out."

"There you go being all sweet again," she said gratefully. "Keep this up and I'll have to pick up my game," she said with a chuckle.

"Nah you're pretty good to me already," I said, secretly wishing she would be nicer in a different way to me.

I strolled out of my room and into my mom's. The laptop was sitting in the middle of her bed. I crawled into her bed and put the doona over my legs. As I ruffled the sheets I was met by a vaguely familiar smell. It was like the aroma I had been snorting from her panties nightly, only duller. I turned back the sheet to notice that there was a darker patch in the middle of the bed. I put my face closer to it and could smell the sex scent. My mom had been getting herself off. By the freshness of the patch it could only have been last night. Then my mind began to click. Nothing happened last night that was any different to all of the nights this week. We had just spent time cuddling on the couch. Either the mood took her last night or she was really turned on by our time together. Was I reading too much into this? I still didn't really know. I was turned on by the fantasy of it all and that's all that mattered right now. I decided not to get too distracted and opened her laptop to see if I couldn't figure out what the issue was. I'd been working on it for about thirty minutes trying to figure out if it was a software or a hardware issue when I heard mom call out to me.

"Sweety?"

"Yeah," I called back.

"Can you come here for a second?"

"One sec," I said jumping off the bed.

I meandered back into my room to see mom sitting side on with the computer and the screen showing the list of her porno movies. I freaked out instantly, she must have accidentally typed something in and it came up in my history. I froze on the spot, in sheer embarrassment. 

"I can explain," I croaked.

"No sweetie, it's not you who has to do the explaining," she said surprising me. "I'm really sorry, I should have told you about it. I should have just come out and tell you. I only didn't because I didn't know how you'd react and I didn't want you to think any less of me for doing it."

"I don't mom, honestly," I said sincerely. She smiled at my response.

"I just wish this wasn't how you found out," she said sadly.

"Mom really it's ok, I understand. Since dad left, you need release too and if you're getting paid at the same time then all the power to you," I said sounding all grown up.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that sweetie. I never thought I would be doing this but it felt so liberating," she said beaming. 

"There's nothing wrong with it mom, you are still a gorgeous woman. There are heaps of guys out there that would love to be with you. Apparently ones that would even pay for it," I said with a chuckle.

"Thank you sweetie," she said standing and walking over to me. Could tell she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were fully erect. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "You always know what to say."

"It's cos I love you mom," I said smiling. She positioned her head so that we were looking into each others eyes. 

"I love you too sweetie," she said moving in to kiss me.

Again out lips touched, less like a peck and more like a kiss. Not open mouthed but more sexual than usual. It wasn't just one kiss either. It was a series of kisses. Each a little longer than the last. After about ten seconds she pulled back and giggled slightly.

"So," she said pulling back from our embrace. "I see that you clicked on some of the links." Once again I felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. I was curious is all," I said trying to hide my true intentions.

"It's ok sweetie, like I said the other day it's natural for a boy at your age to be curious."

"Really? You are ok with it?" I asked, finding it exciting that she was so calm about it all.

"Most boys take a peek at the mother now and then, it's all those hormones. Who am I to say anything about how you peek, especially when I put this up for the world to see," she said laughing.

"Would you prefer I came to the source?" I said making a joke out of it all. She smiled cheekily at my quip but didn't reply. It made me wonder what was going on in her head. 

"Well I'm finished now. You can have it back, if you like?" She said turning to head out of the room, leaving the screen still on the porn list. It was like she was almost tempting to look at more. I decided I should fix her computer before I got too sidetracked though.

"I'll see if I can't fix your computer before that," I said smiling. 

"Thank you sweetie, you are the best son a girl could hope for," she said swaying her hips hypnotically as she the left. I stared at her juicy butt until she'd slipped around the door frame. No doubt she knew I was staring, not that it seemed that she minded much. 

So I'd been given the green light to feel free to ogle my mother. It was an odd feeling. I still couldn't figure out if she was luring me in on purpose, like if she wanted more herself or just liked being the object of a young man's attention. Either way it spurred me on. I was hooked, I wanted more. I spent the next hour trying to focus on fixing her laptop and eventually I pried my mind of her body for long enough to figure out the problem. I took the laptop down stairs to show her it was fixed. Mom was in the lounge doing some ironing. She was always doing stuff around the house.

"Got it mom, all fixed," I said placing down on the couch.

"Oh thanks so much honey," she said beaming. "I don't know what I would have done without it." 

"Didn't take that long once I'd figured it out," I said not making a fuss over it.

"Still I appreciate it a lot. In fact it's earnt you a night on the town, if you're not busy that is?" She said to my surprise.

"Not busy at all," I replied happily.

"Great, well I was thinking we could do something a little different like bowling or something, and then afterwards we could get a bite to eat."

"Sounds fun. When would you like to go?"

"I'm ready when you are."

"What without your shirt?" She joked. I grabbed one out of the pile she'd just been ironing.

"There we go, ready," I replied arms held open. 

"Alright let's go," she said placing down the iron. "I've had enough of housework today anyways," she said with a laugh.

We jumped in the car and headed off to our local shopping center. It had everything; we'd always go there if we needed something we couldn't get from local shops. We entered the bowling alley to see the place was pretty quiet. It meant we could have any lane wanted. I said I wanted the last lane; I like the fact that you can only have one a single group of people next to you. Mom purchased two games, so we got our shoe fitting and headed over for a bit of one on one. It's been a while since I'd bowled but it had been a lot longer since mom had, she was terrible. We laughed about how shocking she was after about six gutter balls. I was bowling ok I even hit a spare in my first three frames. I didn't mind though, it was fun to watch her bowl. Plus I couldn't take my eyes off her bare legs. Each time she bowled she would flip the back of her dress up a little. Her thighs were so smooth and shapely. She had the legs of a woman half her age. 

"How are you bowling so well?" She asked pouty lipped.

"It's all about technique."

"And how is your better than mine?"

"Well..." I said trying to approach this diplomatically. "Yours is just a bit sloppy mom," I said with a chuckle.

"Meany," she said poking her tongue out at me.

"I can show you how to get better though," I said standing and coming towards her. 

I stood next to her and showed her my stance. I mimed bowling the ball down the lane and she tried to copy. It was still a little off but it was better.

"That's better but here let me show you," I said stepping behind her. "So hold your arm like this," I said cupping her elbow. "Move it back and forward," I said guiding her arm. She took a tiny step backwards and was now pressing her body against mine. I tried hard to concentrate on the tips I was giving her and not the fact that there wasn't much fabric between her and I. "When you are ready you pull your arm back."

"Like this?" She motioning her arm backwards whilst tilting, pushing her butt harder against me, her naked calves touching mine. I bit my lip as her roundness pressed against my ever hardening crotch. 

"Um, yeah," I squeaked. She then repeated the motion a few times every time grinding on my erection. It seemed innocent though, like she was completely unaware of what she was doing to me. 

"You think I'm ready?" She asked, holding her arm back still relaxing against me.

"Yeah, I think you are," I relied thinking much dirtier thoughts. I slipped back off her and she ran up to make her bowl.

I quickly removed myself from the lane and sat down, crossing my legs. He bowl was already better and she knocked down five pins.

"Woo," she said excitedly. "I can't believe I did it."

"I knew you could do it," I replied smiling.

"Only with your help," she said giggling.

"You didn't need much teaching, you must pick things up quick."

"Not as quick as I used to, I'm not as young as I once was."

"Still as beautiful," I said, surprised at my own words.

"You know exactly what to say to make me blush," she said shyly. I just laughed nervously not knowing how to reply. 

"Well," I said sporting an uncomfortable erection only hidden by the fact that I was crossing my legs. "I need a bathroom break. How about you practice on the empty lane next to us while I'm gone?"

"Wouldn't the bowling alley owner mind?" She said so naively.

"Go on mom, live a little," I said laughing.

"Maybe I might sneak in a bowl or two," she said sneaking over to the next lane. I took the opportunity to jump up, hoping she wouldn't see my tented pants that were super obvious.

I rushed off to the bathrooms hoping if I went that it would go down. It kinda worked, I was still pretty worked up though. "Get a grip," I said looking in the mirror. We are out in public. It would be super obvious to her if I didn't chill out. So I held back my staring and my tips for the rest of our bowling session. By the end of it we were a little hotter and sweatier, her skin glistening ever so slightly in bright alley lights. I really tried not notice. 

"I'm pretty hungry," she said stretching her arms, pushing her heavy chest out. Showing me more cleavage than I expected I tried to compose myself.

"I could eat," I said coolly. 

"Any preference?" She asked unaware of the dirty response that entered my mind.

"What do you feel like?" I said not a hint of sexual connotation in my voice.

"I'm in the mood for a little something different. How does the new French place sound the one that's just opened up?"

"Sure," I replied, I was easy.

We went to a little place off the main strip. We'd seen it plenty of times but had never been. It had a really cosy feel to it. Intimate even, not really a family restaurant now we were inside.

"Oh," mom said looking a little taken a back. "This is a little different."

"Looks nice," I said seeing a few couples sitting together.

"Are you sure you want to go here?" She said almost awkwardly.

"I think we should give it a shot," I replied smiling.

"You won't be embarrassed if someone sees you in here with me?"

"Why would I be embarrassed?" I said realizing what she was thinking.

"Well..." she said gesturing to the couples and giggling.

"More to the point will you be embarrassed if someone you know sees us?" I said poking her.

"Well most of my friends know you, so no."

"What about the ones who don't?"

"I guess it might give them something to gossip about," she replied holding back a giggle.

"We best give them something to gossip about then," I said hooking my arm under hers. She laughed as I spurred her on to the counter. 

We were met by a posh looking waiter holding the menus. 

"Sir, Madam, just the two?" he asked in his thick French accent. 

"Wi," I replied no doubt annoying him.

"This way," he said flatly. 

We weaved between tables still with linked arms towards the back of the establishment. But I stopped him by getting his attention. 

"This one," I said commandingly. He spun around to see that I'd picked a tiny little table in the corner.

"Wi wi, sir," he said taking us over to the table. He even pulled out the chair for mom and placed the napkins on our laps. "Just gesture when you are ready," he said walking away. Mom could barely believe this place, I could tell she was spun out. 

"Wow, this is a little special isn't it?" She said opening the menu.

"I think I could get used to this," I replied perusing the food on offer.

The setting was intimate, it was dimly lit with purple cloths and fine silverware. The tables were small so you could be close. In fact our legs were awfully close underneath the table. I'd never been to a restaurant like this before but it was the exact kind of place I would take a girl to woo her.

"We should try a few little things," she said pointing to the menu.

"There are a few things I'd love to try."

"Like?

"I have to have some snails, always wanted to try them."

"Mmmm, sounds delicious. I haven't had snails in years."

"Great, what would you like to try?"

"The Duck cress salad sounds yummy." It was part of a share plate menu, you know the types. Lots of small courses, so we decided we would get a few dishes. We ordered the salad, a French pasta dish with muscles and a cheese platter with a mouse for dessert. 

The food was served in course order. Every part of the meals was exquisite. We had a great time. After each course we would sit and talk a little waiting for the next. It felt like a bit of a date, as the night went on the conversations grew more intimate to match the setting. By the end we were pretty full and the dessert hadn't even come. As we waited for the mousse I decided to broach the topic of her movie escapades.

"So I'd been meaning to ask," I said leaning further into the table. "What started the whole movie thing?"

"Oh," she replied biting her lip and looking coy. "It was... well a bit of an odd thing really. Patty put me in contact with a man who wanted to pay me to take some pictures. She said it was for some sort of fashion thing. So I called him..." She said before having a sip of water.

"Go on," I said captivated.

"Well we did a shoot; I tried on a bunch of different outfits, each more sexy than the last. He was amazing; I hadn't felt as sexy for a long time. I know it's a clique but he made love to me with the camera," she said giggling. "I was so turned on. Before I knew it I was posing nude for him. One thing led to another and the rest is history." Then I realized I'd never seen that movie, her first film had a different experience all together. 

"And that was the first time?" I asked a little confused.

"Mm hmm," she said nodding having another sip.

"Oh," I let slip and she jumped on it straight away. 

"It never made it to the market though, that one was private. But after that he said he knew how I could make even more money. So I took his card and thought about it. Obviously you know the rest by the sounds," she said smiling coyly whilst moving her table under the table. Her naked calf came into contact with mine and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body.

I gulped and smiled nervously. My other leg began to jitter in response. Butterflies filled my stomach when her leg stayed there. 

"I had to know," I croaked.

"So what did you think of my 'first' movie?" She asked teasingly. 

"You were so... so sexy," I stuttered. She blushed a little at my response and ran her finger through her hair.

"You are so sweet," she said battering her eye lids cutely.

"I liked how innocent you seemed, how nervous you were. It was like I was seeing another side of you all together."

"I was so nervous, I didn't know if I could even go through with it. But you did see another side of me, you saw me as a woman," she said stretching a little, her leg brushing against mine again as she moved. 

"I like that side of you," I said shifting in my seat, leaning forward a bit more. 

We sat there a moment just enjoying each others company in a way we hadn't before when the waiter returned. 

"Sir, Mademoiselle," he said placing the chocolate mousse down in front of us. "Bon Appetite." 

"Thank you," we both said in unison. I picked up the spoon and looked across the table.

"Think you can fit it in?"

"I have no idea," she said laughing blowing out a breath. 

"It'll totally be worth it," I said digging the spoon in. Thankfully the servings were quite small. I was pretty full myself. She dipped the spoon in and brought it up to her mouth. Whether she meant it or not she licked the spoon seductively. I couldn't take my eyes of her and I think she might have noticed. 

"Mmm, superb isn't it?" she said locking eyes with me.

"Sure is," I said letting go off my held breath. I tried hard not stare for the next few excruciating minutes. I was trying so hard to not make it obvious that the site of her licking her spoon was driving me wild. Soon enough the waiter returned and offered us tea or coffee. As tempting as it was we declined, paid the bill and headed for home.

The walk back to the car was silent, which was odd. Usually we'd be waffling on about something. The care trip was even quiet. Like we were both lost for the right words. I finally broke the silence the only way I knew how.

"That place was pretty great wasn't it?"

"Mmm," she replied focusing on the road.

"I liked the atmosphere too."

"It was nice," she replied again shortly.

"We'll have to go there again, next time it's my shout though," I said trying to gauge her reaction.

"How about you take some pretty little thing from school instead, seems more suited." 

"Nah, you are way better company," I said smiling to which she returned a smile. "Plus there's no one that turns heads as much as you do." She chuckled slightly at my remark.

"I think we turned a few heads because I look old enough to be your mother." 

"Well no one has to know the truth now do they," I said cheekily. 

"You are bad young man," she said tapping me on the leg. 

"What it was a purely innocent dinner... in a romantic Parisian restaurant," I said laughing.

"Where you quizzed me about porn career," she giggled.

"I'm not finished asking questions about it yet," I joked.

"Well I think I'm done telling you about it mister. I think you know enough of my intimate secrets." 

"Are you sure there's nothing else you want to tell me?" I said prying as much as I could from her. She just smiled and pulled into the driveway.

We got out of the car and headed to the house. She walked in the door first, kicked her shoes off and plomped down on the couch.




Right Man For The Job



Thanks to jo for an amazing editing job.



The elderly gentleman stood behind the SUV peering around the corner while trying his best to be invisible. He blended fairly well into the surroundings because the mixture of shadow and light made it impossible to see him, unless he moved or you were looking directly at him. The parking lot behind Chubby's was a dark place anyway but at eleven PM a single overhead light made his concealment easier. 

He was staring into the car next to the SUV at Charlie and his girlfriend of the moment. All he actually saw of Charlie was his big hairy ass bobbing up and down in the back seat. He couldn't see Charlie's girlfriend either, except for the bottoms of her bare feet, one on the glass of the rear window and the other on the glass of the back door. They looked like big feet but the fog on the glass could have distorted their size. As he stood and watched he noted the subtle movement of the car as Charlie's ass appeared in the rear window and disappeared below. He also heard a quiet moan, getting louder and louder with each downward thrust. The theatrics playing out in the back seat of the old sedan were the only activity in the parking lot and once satisfied by what he saw he looked around for a quiet and quick retreat back to the bar.

As the gentlemen rounded the dumpster and reached for the back door he could hear the sound of a woman's voice screaming "Yes, God, Yes!" behind him.

He smiled a somewhat knowing smile.

"I think I've found my man," he whispered to himself as he gently closed the rickety screen door behind him.

He sidled up to his drink at the bar as quietly as he had been in the parking lot, the smile still on his face.

Ten minutes later a woman walked into the bar from the rest room area, coincidently next to the back door, with a silly little grin across her face. She was smoothing out her short red dress and primping her hair as she walked across the bar to a table with three other women. She was not what you would call an overly attractive woman, but still not that bad looking. She was a bit on the large size with most of her extra pounds held in by panty hose and a wide black belt. Her red dress was a bit dated, her shoes a bit beat-up, and her collar-length brown hair nothing to write home about. Oh, and the shoes were kind of large so the gentleman's image of two large feet on the windows of the car was not distorted.

In short, she was an over-weight, fairly unattractive, brunette that looked like she just got fucked. 

Two of the women at the table were like the one that just sat down, not beauties but someone to keep you warm in bed, or the back seat of a car, for a time. But the fourth woman, WOW, was an absolutely gorgeous blond. Why is it that beautiful women surround themselves with unattractive women? Does it make them look more attractive? Do they feel the uglies are no competition when a good looking man approaches? Or is it some sort of a natural attraction of ugly women to beauty, like moths to a flame. At the moment the theory of natural attraction didn't seem relevant because all four women had their heads together at the table whispering and giggling and looking around the mostly empty bar room. When the brunette in the red dress held up her flat open hands spread about 10-inches apart the group broke out in loud, raucous laughter.

A minute later a man came from the same rest room hallway. It was Charlie. The ladies peeked over their shoulders, looking and gesturing at him as he sashayed over to the bar and sat down on a stool near the middle. Their smiles were ear-to-ear. 

To describe Charlie was to describe every man. He was about thirty, about six feet tall, average weight, and average looks. The black little soul patch under his bottom lip matched the hair on the top of his head except it wasn't long enough to be tied in a little pony tail in the back. Charlie was unremarkable, yet he had something that attracted women to him. Maybe it had something to do with the hand gesture that caused such laughter at the women's table.

Charlie didn't notice anyone, least of all a table full of women looking like a bunch of Cheshire cats.

Charlie leaned sideways on his stool and fumbled around in his pocket looking for something. Not finding anything to his liking he sat up straight and reached for the pretzel basket and started looking over his dinner. As he ate the first handful the waiter startled him by setting a drink on the bar next to the basket he was eating from. "Complements of that guy over there," he said as he pointed at the other end of the bar where the elderly gentlemen sat. Charlie looked over and saw his benefactor toasting him with his own glass. He returned the toast and took a long drink.

After his second gulp his curiosity was starting to get the better of him. He got up, moved around the bar, and sat down on the stool next to the old guy and said, "Thanks, for the drink. To what do I owe the honor?"

The elderly man smiled and simply said, "Admiration, my dear boy; simply admiration."

That got Charlie's curiosity piqued even more. "Uh, thanks? But for what?"

Elderly doesn't always mean old. Sometimes it means experience and wisdom. The elderly gentleman sitting at the bar may have had white hair but there was a youthful sparkle in his eye when he spoke. And when he did speak it was with a deep rolling baritone reminiscent of Bing Crosby. And, nothing about his clothes said old either. The dark pinstriped suit he wore spoke of classic styles and tastes and high class parties with lobster and beautiful blonds serving champagne in tall fluted glasses. He was definitely out of place sitting at the bar in Chubby's.

"Let me introduce myself," said Charlie's new found friend. "My name is Lionel Marquardt. I'm in town for a few days and was looking for some 'local color' so I asked the bellman at my hotel where to go and he recommended Chubby's. Quaint place, this. Anyway, I've been in here for the last three nights and I've been watching your activities with the women - amazing, simply amazing. The way you talk them up, get them to buy your drinks, and then disappear with them for an hour or so is what I mean by admiration. I wish I had that ability when I was younger. And three or four women a night shows some remarkable stamina, also quite admirable. In short, Charlie, I like your style."

"Uh, thanks. I didn't realize I had an audience."

"No offence, my boy, I meant what I said as a compliment. I enjoyed every minute of your performances. Now drink your drink."

After sucking on their respective drinks for a couple long, silent minutes, the elderly gentleman, Lionel, broke the silence. "Charlie, may I ask you a question. Why is it that when you saw that table full of women over there you went straight for the least attractive one of the bunch? That one blond is absolutely gorgeous, why not her?"

Charlie smiled and turned his head to look at Lionel and quietly said, "That's easy. Most men would try for the best looking woman and be rejected almost immediately. They then move on to the next most attractive and if they're very lucky they get laid. If not, they move on to the next, and so forth. I start with the least attractive one knowing I'll get some action. Then I move to the next ugly one, get in her pants, eventually working my way to the top. If I screw all of them then I've had a great night. If not then I've still had sex a couple times and still had a damn good night in the sack. All in all I get off more often with the not so attractive women rather than the beauties. Besides, I've found that it's the ugly ones that are the best. They don't screw too often and when they do they are VERY appreciative of the attention they get. Most beautiful women are so self-centered that they're more concerned about getting their hair messed up than giving a good blow job. And, not to brag too much, I'm pretty damn good, if you get what I mean. I've never had a dissatisfied customer."

Lionel looked sideways at Charlie, smiled, and ordered another round of drinks.

Charlie continued, "Listen, I've screwed way more women than you can imagine: Two or three every night, seven days a week, for the last couple years. I can get as much pussy as I want for as long as I want. Sometimes I have to force myself to take a vacation just so I can rest, but I always come back. I'm not choosy either. Like I said, the ugly ones are as good as the raving beauties, maybe better. I don't care if they're married, fat, bald headed, they have one leg, or terminal acne. If they've got a mouth, a pussy between their legs, and a little brown hole around back then I'm there. I may sound it but I'm not stupid. I don't take risks. I have a lifetime supply of condoms and won't do anyone with oozing sores. Beyond that I'm pretty flexible. Oh, guys or those half-way people I won't do. Yuck!"

After a couple more drinks and a lot of idle chatter, mostly about his conquests, Charlie felt that his curiosity had not been satisfied. Besides the group of ladies left a few minutes before and there wasn't going to be any more trips to the parking lot, so he asked, "What do you do Lionel? Why are you in our fair city sucking watered-down drinks at this old south-side watering hole?"

"I'm a recruiter. I work for a large group of researchers interviewing people that our projects have a need for. Simply put, they say they need a certain individual for the work and I find them. I travel all over trying to find just the right candidate and when I do I do whatever is necessary to get them to join us. Sometimes it's simply a matter of throwing a lot of money at them. Sometimes other incentives, if you get my drift, help them make up their mind. Whatever they want or need I make sure they get it. This week I'm in town looking for a research assistant to work with one of our large long-term projects having to do with altering the evolutionary path of a native species. This individual is particularly hard to find. I can't seem to locate anyone with the right combination of physical talents, intelligence, availability, a willingness to travel, and a somewhat flexible moral code. I'm probably going to move on in a couple days if the right person doesn't miraculously appear soon."

"Bartender, bring us another round," Charlie said a bit cheerfully.

When the drinks arrived Charlie wanted to hear more because he had been a bit down on his luck lately and this old guy might turn out to be his meal ticket. Charlie's menial office job was outsourced to a company in India, he was two months behind on his rent for his crappy apartment, and his car was only good for its back seat. He had no family to speak of, no friends (except those he had for an hour at a time in the parking lot of the bar), and soon no job. Maybe he could fake it enough that Lionel would consider him for his research assistant position.

"You know Lionel I might be interested in hearing about your research assistant job. I'm bored with my current position and have started interviewing for other jobs in my field. I might consider your position if the circumstances were right. I make a good salary now and have great benefits but I'm always looking to improve my way of life. I love to travel and you can judge my flexible moral code based on what you've seen yourself. What do you say, how about an interview?"

"I don't know Charlie. There's a long term commitment involved. You will be away from home for a year, maybe more. The salary is flexible and we can defer any or all of it until a later date. But, the most important part is working with others. There is a lot of interaction between you and your working group, most of whom don't speak English. You have to be flexible and adaptive and you would have to be available now. I need to fill the position immediately. Do you think you have all that?"

"Absolutely! That's my resume! We would need to talk about salary and benefits, some of which are not in the usual corporate benefits package, but I think we can take this to the next level. Bartender, another round."

"Well, if you're really interested then I suggest we go back to my hotel and talk there. I can't tell you everything yet because the project's security is really tight but what I can do is get more information about you, your salary requirements, and find out about all your 'other' needs. Besides, my suite is a lot more comfortable than sitting in some dark old bar."

"That sounds great. Let me hit the can and I'll meet you out front in five minutes." And without another word Charley walked a bit unsteadily toward the men's room.

Lionel smiled knowing that Charlie's trip to the bathroom was his way of not offering to pay the tab. After settling up with the bartender he took out his cell phone and punched a couple buttons.

"Hello Li, pull the car up out front, we'll be out in a minute."

Lionel was standing in front of a black Town Car limousine when Charlie came out. Next to him were two of the most drop-dead gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on, anywhere, ever. One was dressed in a chauffeur's uniform and the other in a short black business suit. He couldn't take his eyes off of them as Lionel started saying something that he only heard part of. His brain had jumped the track, so to speak.

Lionel turned to the beauty in the business suit and said, "Charlie, I'd like to introduce Lianna, my assistant. She's helping me to find the right person for the research assistant job. Li has special insights that I trust when it comes to recruiting and you two will be working closely during the interview phase."

There was a long awkward silence before Charlie realized that no one was speaking and it was his turn to say something. "Duh, pleased to meet your acquaintance, uh, make you, uh... Hi!"

Lianna reached out to shake Charlie's hand. When they touched Charlie knew immediately that he had never felt anything like that before. Her hand was so soft and smooth and warm, almost like his hand was enveloped in the inner most folds between her long, tanned legs. Her straight black hair cascaded down over her broad shoulders and the ends hung off of the front of her huge breasts. She smiled with her eyes and peered deep into his with a fire that started stirrings in his pants. All from a handshake.

The other beauty never said a word. She just opened the limousine door and stood aside as the trio got into the back. Charlie almost collapsed from her intoxicating fragrance as he passed by. 

The drive to the hotel was way too short for Charlie. He sat across from Lianna and had a marvelous view of the short skirt riding up her exquisite legs. Lionel was talking but he never heard a word. When they arrived, Lianna stepped out and gave Charlie a glimpse of her black silk thong covering what must have been heaven. Charlie had to adjust his pants before getting out.

Once in the room, rather in one of the hotel's best suites, Lianna excused herself and left Lionel to pour the drinks. He handed one to Charlie and held up his own and said, "Here's to a long and profitable relationship Charlie."

Both men took their drinks and wandered into the living area where they sat across from each other in plush leather lounge chairs. Lionel took some papers out of a briefcase sitting on the floor and rifled through them looking for the right one. 

"OK Charlie, our interview process will work like this. I'm going to do part of the interview by asking a lot of the boring questions to fill out your qualification sheet. We will also go over salary, benefits, expense account, housing, and the like. Don't hesitate to ask questions. Once I'm finished Li will take over the other half. She will review the qualifications that you must possess to do the job to our research team's satisfaction. Once we're both done, assuming you meet our needs, there will be a service contract to cover your compensation and duties you will need to sign. Any questions?"

"Nope, let's go."

Over the next hour the two men talked a lot about Charlie's wants and needs and very little about his current job. When Lionel said that the salary would be $4,000 dollars a week Charlie's mouth dropped to his chest. When Lionel showed a photo album of his new luxury beachfront house Charlie's mouth was in his lap. Lionel sent Charlie's mouth to the floor when he showed photos of his two personal assistants, one with blond hair and the other with black. Both women were equally as magnificent as Lianna. Charlie was in heaven and Lionel was definitely his meal ticket, if he could get the job.

"I think I've got everything I need Charlie. I'm impressed with your background and experience, now the only thing you've got to do is pass Li's qualification exam. She's waiting for you in the next room, through that door. Be as open with her as you were with me and you shouldn't have any problems. Good luck."

Charlie took one last drink and opened the door leading to Lianna's interview. What he entered was not another living room or the suite's office, it was the master bedroom and Lianna was stretched out on the king sized bed wearing only a long black negligee. Her black hair spread out over the white silk pillow underneath her head. The light was dim, the music was low, and the room suddenly became very warm. With the grace of ballerina she reached over to the night table and picked up a glass of champagne. 

"Come here Charlie," she breathed amorously. "Sit here next to me. Have some champagne. I've been looking forward to this part of your interview. Come! Sit!"

All he could do was stare transfixed at the goddess before him.

"Come on, don't be shy. I promise not to bite, well, not too hard at first."

As though the world was in slow motion, he inched his way over and stood next to her supine body. Without thinking he took the delicate glass and chugged its contents. As he set the glass back on the night stand he felt Li's soft hand caressing the front of his pants. He completely froze. She sat up and knelt on the bed to face him and in a single motion leaned forward and placed her warm lips on his. The heat of her kiss and the smell of her body overwhelmed his senses and all he could do was melt into the bed next to her. Their arms intertwined, their bodies dissolved into one another, and their tongues found each other in a long, deep kiss that seemed to go on forever.

Li's hands were expert at touching and massaging. She rubbed his chest up and down and unbuttoned his shirt without ever letting him know. She caressed his chest, rubbed his stomach and stroked lower onto the front of his pants where she found a very hard reward awaiting her. She started unbuttoning his pants. All the time she was undressing and stroking his body their tongues never stopped wrestling with one another.

When they finally broke their kiss Charlie found the beautiful woman's hand firmly circling his now very hard cock. 

"Ummmmm, this feels nice," she purred into his ear. "I want you inside me. Make love to me, hard and deep."

Charlie reached up and unbuttoned the single button holding the negligee together and pulled the two sides apart. What appeared from underneath could only be described as heaven on earth. Staring up at him was two of the largest, most creamy, soft, squeezable mounds of flesh ever created for a woman. The top held a cherry red nipple poking upward just aching to be licked. And Charlie was accommodating. He leaned down and took the nipple into his mouth and sucked it way back inside, all the time swirling his tongue over and around the top. Lianna's head fell backwards and she let out a low, soft moan.

All the time he was sucking on her nipple she never released her grip on his cock. The harder he bit the more she squeezed. When the pressure between his legs became unbearable he released the swollen nipple and started kissing underneath. As he worked his way down, kissing her body lower and lower, she refused to release her grip until they were a twisted pretzel of bodies. Charlie eventually got the hint and moved his cock, with her hand attached, up toward her face and his own face toward her warm heavenly scented pussy. Simultaneously Lianna took Charlie's cock into her mouth and Charlie slid his tongue into the warm folds of her pussy. Both let out a moan of absolute delight. 




Right Man For The Job



Charlie licked every inch of her hot sweet mound and circled around and around her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. Every so often he would bite down on the tender flesh causing her hips to jump in response to his delightful nibble. This only caused her to force his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and flick her own tongue faster and harder. The tongue dance they both performed would bring them to the ultimate pleasure unless one or the other of them relented. There seemed to be no end until gasping for air Lianna pulled the cock out of her mouth and panted, "Now Charlie. Fuck me now! Fuck me!'

Charlie reluctantly pulled his tongue out of her hot box leaving a trail of her juices as he did. He turned around and rolled up on top of the raven haired goddess and pushed his tongue deeper and harder into her mouth than their previous kiss. A moan of delight escaped from her throat as he probed deeper and deeper. Liianna spread her gorgeous legs as wide as she could and wrapped them around Charlie's bottom and pulled his hips closer to hers. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against the outside her pussy but she wanted it inside, not rubbing her clit like it was. She broke their kiss long enough to order him, "Inside me damn it! Put your cock inside!" He only smiled down at her and started to slowly stroke up and down.

The rhythm of his hip movement between her legs was driving her crazy. She wanted his cock deep inside her pussy and he was rubbing her clit with it. The sensation was amazing and it brought her closer and closer to the edge, but she still wanted it impaled inside.

She begged, "Please, oh God please, put it inside me. I want to feel you fill me up. I'm begging you, please!"

Now she was ready, Charlie thought. He moved his hips away from hers and wiggled around until the tip of his cock was at the door to heaven. He stopped and looked into her eyes. The agony of waiting must have been hell for her. When it seemed like she was on the verge of exploding he slowly lowered his hips and in a single stroke plunged his hard cock all the way to the bottom of her wet, soft pussy. 

Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth fell open. She clung onto his body with her arms and legs and dug her fingers into the flesh of his back as she let out a mighty shudder and a loud animal cry, "Arrrrgggghhhh!!!" 

That's when his hips started the moving like a piston; in and out, in and out, harder, faster, and deeper, pounding her pussy unmercifully. She screamed and begged for more all the time nearing her ultimate explosion, one that she had been begging for from the beginning. When it came it was a silent explosion. Her orgasm hit and every fiber in her being lit up like fireworks. She couldn't even get the words out she was so out of her mind with ecstasy and jumping and contorting under his body. What did come out of her mouth sounded something like, "OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!" over and over again until it faded to a quiet mumble into his chest.

Her arms and legs fell to the bed and she was unconscious in an instant. 

She never saw Charlie pull his cock out and dribble his cum all over her. He had come inside her sometime during her orgasm and now his fluid ran out and down into the crack of her ass. He fell to her side and smiled.

"Hope I passed the interview," he whispered to the unconscious body next to him. 

After getting most of his wits back, Charlie got up and found his clothes and dressed. He cleaned himself up in the bathroom and went back into the living room to find Lionel sitting in the same chair as before with another full drink on the table in front of him.

He sat down across from the elderly gentleman and took a big drink. That's when he noticed Lionel's smile.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"I take it the interview went well?"

He pointed to the doorway and said, "You'll have to ask her. Personally I think I was great."

Lionel smirked as he walked to the door and peeked in. As he returned his smirk had changed to a huge smile.

"Yep, Charlie old boy, I think you aced it."

Now Charlie was smiling from ear to ear.

"I think this calls for a celebration because it looks like I've found my man," Lionel said rather proudly. "I'll call room service and have some steaks sent up. You just sit back and relax mister research assistant."

Lionel picked up the house phone disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. 

Charlie did relax. In fact he passed out. He must have slept for thirty minutes or more when a knock at the door woke him. Groggily he looked up to see Lianna, dressed again, opening the door and letting a waiter in with a cart full of food. The waiter set out two plates with steaks and potatoes and green beans and opened a bottle of wine. Lianna sat down and started in.

"Where's Lionel?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, he went on ahead. He said he had to get the plane ready for takeoff. As soon as you and I have eaten we'll join him. Don't worry, he won't leave without us."

She took a bite of her steak and made eating look as pleasurable as what she did in bed.

"Oh, he also for us to stop by your apartment and get anything you want to take along on the trip and to take care of your car and anything else you need to do. You will be gone for a while you know. "

"Will you be coming along?"

"I'll be with you for the trip, until we get to your new house. Then you will have your two personal assistants, Bea and Cee to take care of you. You're going to just love them."

They ate in silence. When they finished Lianna grabbed her purse and they left. It was the middle of the night so there was nobody to see them leave. The limousine met them in front of the hotel with the same stunning chauffer and they drove away. 

Stopping at Charlie's apartment was short and sweet. He threw a few clothes and a few personal items in an old army duffle bag along with his laptop, iPod, and Gameboy and looked around for anything he would miss. There wasn't much in the first place so there wasn't much to miss. He wrote a note and left it on the counter with his car keys before closing the door for the last time.

Sitting in the back of the big black limousine with Lianna made Charlie feel important. 

"We're going to an old airfield about thirty minutes outside the city," Lianna said. "Lionel will be there ready to take off when we arrive. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Enjoy it he did. All the way to the airport Charlie rubbed his hand up and down Lianna's bare thigh with her head nestled against his shoulder.

The limousine arrived at the dark airfield and drove into a large hanger at one side of the runway. It pulled up next to one of the most modern and sleek jets Charlie had ever seen. It was a model he didn't recognize. Lionel was standing at the top of the stairway waving to them as they approached. Next to him was an awesome redhead wearing a sleek amber jumpsuit looking absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.

"Welcome aboard. We're almost ready to take off so Li please take Charlie's stuff back to the aft storage locker. Charlie, come with me. You've got some papers to sign before we go. Just formalities, you know your contract and an acceptance of accommodations awaiting you when you arrive. I think you'll be very pleased."

The redhead walked into the cockpit and closed the door as Lianna disappeared into the back of the jet with the duffle bag. Charlie sat at a small table across from Lionel.

"Well, Charlie, here it is. I think everything is as we discussed: $4,000 Dollars a week compensation, furnished beach front home, two personal assistants, and transportation at the beginning and the end of the contract. Once you've read it over and signed it we can get underway."

Charlie scanned the document and only saw what he wanted to see, dollar signs aplenty. He signed on the last page and initialed all the others.

Lionel smiled his knowing smile again. "Good. Now go and see what Li has waiting for you in back. I think this is going to be one fun trip."

Charlie walked to the back of the plane and saw that is was not like a commercial airliner with row after row of seats. This was more like a personalized business jet. There was a small galley, bathrooms, a lounge with a stocked bar, and a large bedroom. Charlie sat in the lounge and waited. It wasn't long before Lianna came out of the bedroom followed by two women all dressed as stewardesses.

"Charlie, this is Bea and Cee. They will be your personal assistants for the duration of your stay. I hope you enjoy their company as much as I've enjoyed yours."

That's when Charlie noticed that his two assistants were twins. One had blond hair and the other black, but they were twins. The two new women were a level above beautiful. If Lianna was a ten then these two beauties rated an eleven - one higher. He also noticed that the plane started moving.

Lianna announced, "OK everybody. Tray tables in their upright and stowed positions. Seats forward and seatbelts securely fastened. We're ready to take off."

Everybody sat down and buckled up.

The takeoff was the smoothest Charlie had ever felt. The jet was also extremely quiet. After a few minutes Lionel came into the lounge and went to the bar.

"Anybody for a drink?" he asked.

Charlie raised his hand. The three women unbuckled and started serving drinks and food. Lionel was the bartender. Everybody waited on Charlie hand and foot. Maybe Charlie really was important now. At least he felt that way.

After a couple drinks Bea came over and sat on Charlie's lap. Nobody seemed to notice or care, they just continued doing whatever they were doing. The beautiful ebony haired twin leaned over and whispered into Charlie's ear, "How about we take our drinks into the other room? Li said you're pretty good and I'd like to see for myself." She stood up and pulled Charlie along behind. Everybody smiled as they watched the two disappear into the little bedroom at the back of the plane.

A few minutes later Cee quietly stood up and went over to the bedroom door and opened it enough to peek in. Her face immediately flushed and a big smile spread across her lovely face. Silently she slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. Lionel and Lianna just smiled at the closed door.

Fifteen minutes later the moans and screams coming from the door were too much to ignore. Lionel and Lianna turned and looked at the closed door but the sounds kept getting louder and louder. Suddenly, and in unison, the two women emitted a loud, primal, guttural howl. Then, all was silent. The only sounds were those of the jet's engines.

"Sounds like he's acclimating to his new job just fine," Lianna said with a crooked smile.

A light flashed on above the bar and Lionel got up and knocked on the bedroom door.

"Charlie, we will to be arriving in a few minutes so you need to clean up so we can prepare for landing."

A few minutes later Charlie strolled into the little lounge, sat down and buckled his seat belt as though nothing had happened. Bea and Cee followed a couple minutes later wearing pink robes and looking quite flushed. However they were each sporting a great big smile.

When the door opened everybody quickly and quietly disembarked with Charlie the last to leave. As he stood at the top of the stairway he looked around and saw that they were in another great big hanger, not unlike the one that they just left. The light was lower and there was a golf cart like vehicle at the bottom instead of the limousine. There also seemed to be a constant hum in the air too. 

"Welcome to Research Facility 16," Lionel said from the bottom of the stairs. Lionel's extended his arms outward like he was going to hug him when he reached the bottom. Instead he turned and sat in the cart next to the driver, another breathtaking beauty.

"Sit next to me Charlie," Cee cooed.

"No, sit here," Bea followed a bit excitedly.

Both women glared at each other and then at Charlie, waiting for him to decide who to sit next to.

Lianna pointed at the empty seat next to her and said, "SIT HERE!" The twins just crossed their arms and pouted. Charlie crawled in and sat next to Lianna.

During the ten minute trip from the hanger to Charlie's quarters they passed a myriad of wonderful looking, and totally inexplicable machinery. Some looked like large turbines and others looked like huge fish tanks complete with bubbles coming from the bottom. Each was more wonderful than the next. Finally they arrived at a large double door and the cart stopped. It had two large letters on the door – R A.

"This will be your temporary home Charlie. Here you will eat, sleep, learn about your new duties, and engage in whatever 'recreation' you want. Bea and Cee will live here too. If you want or need anything they can get it for you. In about an hour you will meet with the research team and they will explain the details of your new job. For now, relax, eat something and familiarize yourself with your apartment. I'll be back to pick you up later."

The double doors slid apart and Charlie and the girls went in as Lionel and Lianna drove away. The apartment was a much larger version of the plane, decorated pretty much the same way. Charlie immediately went to the bar and made himself a drink which he took with him as he checked out the kitchen, exercise room, master bedroom and the attached smaller bedroom. Only one other bedroom meant that Bea and Cee slept together. The one thing that seemed a bit odd, but he didn't want to worry too much about it, was that there were no windows. Everything was like a dream luxury suite at the Bellagio in Las Vegas except that there was no grand picture window overlooking the strip. 

"Charlie, would you like to take a bath while you wait?" Cee asked sneaking up behind him.

"Yeah, that sounds great. How about if you join me?"

"Oh that sounds nice. I'll call you when it's ready." And off she ran.

A few minutes later Charlie heard, "Sir, your bath is ready," coming from the other room. He walked into the bathroom to find both Bea and Cee already in the huge tub waiting for him. On a tray next to the tub were a stack of sandwiches, fruits, cheeses, and a bottle of wine. It took only six seconds to go from completely dressed to completely naked before he stepped over the edge into the tub between the twins with a sandwich in his hand. 

"Now this is heaven," Charlie murmured as he lay his head back onto Cee's arm and ate. 

The hot water and the caresses of the two beauties next to him lulled him to sleep in just a couple minutes, after finishing his food of course. As Charlie slept the twins explored the naked man's body languishing it with gentle touches and kisses. He never felt either of them taking turns sliding his soft cock into their eager young mouths. 

By the time Lionel arrived Charlie was refreshed and nourished and a bit anxious to meet his employers and learn about his duties. The elder gentleman, now dressed a bit more relaxed in a type of one-piece jump suit, led Charlie through a maze of corridors and stairways until they were standing in front of a large glass-walled conference room. Charlie could see six men sitting at the table across from several empty seats. He could also see Lianna in the corner pouring drinks. The men were dressed like Lionel, very casually in the same style jump suit. Lianna was wearing a short white tunic that displayed her amazing legs to their fullest.

"Gentlemen, this is Charlie, our new research assistant," Lionel said to the group as they entered. Everybody stood and smiled as they shook his hand and introduced themselves. The men were polite and affable and the atmosphere was extremely relaxed. When everybody sat down, and Lianna had set drinks in front of everyone, the one man who apparently was the leader spoke.

"Welcome Charlie. My name is Tolliver and I'm the head of RF16. We're going to give you a description of the project, in quite a bit more detail than we allowed Lionel to tell, and explain what your role will be. You've got to know first off that this is a very important, highly visible project and we can't allow it to fail. The project started approximately three million years ago by our predecessor research vessel RF12. The implanted species..."

"Wait a minute," Charlie interrupted. "What did you say about three million years ago?"

"That's right Charlie," Tolliver continued. "Research Vessel 12 came up with the idea of moving some of Earth's indigenous species to Polaris 2 to see if they could populate the planet and create an agricultural society that we could integrate into the Consortium and eventually help to provide food for a great many worlds. This project started exactly three million, eighty-five thousand and twelve years ago. The project however is at a standstill. That's why we brought you in. Does that help?"

Charlie looked at the man with his mouth wide open and his eyes glazed over. His mind had jumped the tracks again.

"I'm afraid I didn't understand a word you said," Charlie admitted quite nervously. "What do you mean Earth's indigenous species? What's Polaris 2? How could this project have been started so long ago, we weren't even around then? What the hell is going on?

Now it was Tolliver's turn to look at Charlie with his mouth agape and his eyes bug-eyed.

"Gentlemen, a minute if you please," the leader said. "Lionel please join us." All of the men walked out of the room and stood in the corridor with their heads together talking and gesturing at Charlie. At one point the conversation become quite heated. The glass walls provided a good view of their discussion. Lianna only stood next to Charlie and put her hand on his shoulder.

A few minutes later the group reseated themselves and began again.

"Charlie, let me start by apologizing. We thought you understood the nature of the job you were entering into. It's obvious now that Lionel didn't tell you everything, well actually not much of anything. I'll give you some background and explain as much as I can about your job. I'm afraid it's too late to turn around now and return you to Earth so we're going to have to help you make the necessary adjustments so you can carry out your obligations and honor your contract."

"Uh, sorry to interrupt again but did you say it's too late to return me to Earth?"

"Yes, unfortunately it is. Here let me show you." The leader pushed a colored square on the table and an image from outer space with Earth receding into the distance displayed over the table between them. "This was taken when we left orbit two hours ago. We are on course for Polaris 2 and the research facility there. Our time of arrival will be nineteen days eleven hours, approximately. I take it that Lionel didn't tell you that your job will be on another planet?"

Charlie glared sideways at the elderly gentleman and said, "No, he didn't say that my job will be on another planet."

"I'm sorry that there was a misunderstanding Charlie. It seems that we were nearing our deadline and Lionel unfortunately took some shortcuts in recruiting you. I hope you understand how desperately needed for our research you are. You will be compensated very well and we will make it up to you by making your stay with us as pleasurable as you want. You've already met your two research assistants but if you need anything, or anybody else, just let us know and we will arrange it. Whatever you want, you've got."

"How about her," Charlie said pointing to Lianna.

"I'm sure Lionel wouldn't mind giving up his personal assistant. Lianna is your assistant as of right now. Now as to your duties once we get to Polaris 2 they are quite simple. You are to continue doing what you are obviously an expert at and that is having sex with women. You were chosen because you have an obvious talent for pleasuring women and don't mind what they look like. Lionel quoted you as saying 'I'm not choosy either' and we need that attitude. Your job will be to have sex with as many of the female population as you can, impregnating as many as possible, to infuse the planetary gene pool with new DNA. Sometime in the past the population stopped evolving, we don't know why but now they're stagnant. Your offspring will jumpstart the evolutionary process again and set them on course to becoming fully human, in a million years or so. After they become a society and can develop an agrarian culture we will help them become farmers to the galaxy. What they produce on Polaris 2 will feed the populations of countless planets. So you can see why we need your talents so desperately. If they don't evolve as they should then many millions of people may starve. You're our only hope."




Right Man For The Job



The room was silent and Charlie was looking at his hands in his lap. 

"So after I finish my work for you I'll be returned to Earth? What about my money? I don't think $4,000 a week is going to cut it. How about a cool million dollars when you set me down back home? And I want my personal assistants to come home with me too. Give me that and I'll think about it."

"The money is easy; you've got it. However Bea and Cee are going to be a problem. See they are under contract to us for the next five years as pleasure assistants and when their contract is over they will be returned to their home world of Lyrahaas 4. But I'm sure we can make some other arrangements with other equally attractive and talented women, maybe even Earth women. We will arrange something, don't worry."

"Well, alright then," Charlie said with a small smile, looking up from his lap. "I think I can do what you want, after all that's all I've been doing for the last two years anyway. The only difference I can see is now I get paid to have sex. I kind of like that. And it's only a year or so. I think I can handle that."

"Great, I'm sure Lionel feels a lot better knowing that we didn't have to terminate his contract because you couldn't honor yours. Now, let me introduce you to your ladies."

The leader pushed another colored square on the table and an image of one of the female population of Polaris 2 came up between them.

"WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT?" Charlie screamed as he pointed to the image.

"That's Lucy 63. She lives in a copse about ten miles from your home on Polaris 2. She is just coming into her child bearing years and would make a good subject for your first impregnation."

"I'M NOT FUCKING THAT!" Charlie screamed again. "THAT'S A FUCKING APE!"

"Actually, she's very closely related to the Australopithecus Afarensis of Earth about 3 million years ago, an early predecessor of Homo Sapien. That's a lot different than an ape."

"I don't care what you call it; she's still a hairy beast. Christ, I've been with some ugly women in my days but nothing that remotely resembles that. And besides she doesn't have any tits. I need tits."

There was another long silence in the room as Charlie just glared at the image hovering over the table.

"Gentlemen, another conference in the hall if you please," the leader said.

While they were all out in the hall yelling and pointing from Lionel to Charlie and gesticulating wildly Lianna came over to Charlie and kissed him on the ear.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Charlie looked up at her and asked, "What for?"

"I'm glad you asked them to make me your assistant. I like Lionel and all that but he doesn't do for me in bed what you do. I've never felt anything quite like your cock inside me and I want a lot more. I only hope between the three of us we don't tire you out so you can't properly do your job."

"Do you actually think I'll agree to screw those?" he said pointing to the image again.

"Actually, it's not all that bad. If you think of the rewards waiting for you once you get home then having sex with a tree stump will seem OK. Just think of the three of us waiting for you after a hard day at work impregnating the indigenous population. Sounds quite enjoyable to me."

Charlie looked back and forth between the image over the table and Lianna. You could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. 

The men returned and sat down. Lionel looked particularly distressed.

"OK Charlie, here's what we have to offer," Tolliver started. "You understand that you have an ironclad contract and we expect you to honor it but under the circumstances we will make a few concessions. First, we are willing to sweeten the offer a bit to compensate for the deception of one of our recruiters. Second, we will contract for a personal assistant for you once we return you to Earth for as long as you want, Lianna if you so choose. Third, we will be willing to alter your memories of the interactions with the population of Polaris 2 after you've completed your work. Fourth, we will not terminate Lionel's contract if you agree to work for us. That's it Charlie. That's all we can do. Now it's up to you to decide."

Charlie stopped hearing his offer when he said he could have Lianna if he wanted her. He could fuck a tree stump if Lianna was there afterwards.

"OK, I'll work for you with those changes to my contract. Write it up and I'll sign it."

There were smiles all around. Lianna passed out glasses of something that looked like champagne but tasted like mints and they all toasted their new agreement. Once everybody started leaving Lianna came over and hooked her arm in Charlie's. 

"Come on lets go back to the room," she purred.

On the way out Lionel stopped Charlie and said, "Charlie, I hope there are no hard feelings because of the little underhanded trick I played. I was desperate. I needed to find someone to do the job or they would have terminated my contract. I couldn't have that and besides you were so perfect for the job. I was afraid that if you knew the details then you would have backed out and I would have had no one. I'll miss Li but we found the right man for the job and the project is what's important. No hard feelings?"

He held out his hand to shake and Charlie, being the guy he was, shook the old gentleman's hand.

"No hard feelings Lionel. Will I be seeing you around?"

"Probably not. I've got to go find another team member for another project that doesn't have anything to do with procreating. This one requires a telepathic ability. Oh, and one more thing. Charlie be careful. We haven't heard from the last three men we placed on Polaris 2. They just disappeared. Well, goodbye."

The old gentleman walked down into the dark of the corridor and left Charlie standing there with his mouth open.



Right Neighborly Of You



Damn, she's cute, he thought, trying to maintain his cool while conversing with his neighbor. A funny word to describe a woman approaching 50, but it fits, he told himself. Contrary to the popular wisdom about older men and younger women, he preferred them closer to his own age, with the wisdom, experience, and maturity that brought. Plus, he liked real curves. 

Lisa was indeed cute, a small, tight little package that belied her age. Five foot three, maybe 120 pounds, she worked out on a regular basis and the results were obvious in her six pack abs, her toned legs, and her small waist that curved into perfect hips and a world-class ass. Her eyes were wide set, large, and quite blue, actually drawing one's gaze into their depth. Her dark blond hair ended at the top of her neck, and she was wearing her usual workout uniform of bike shorts, a sport bra top, and running shoes. Even sweaty she was a turn-on. Perhaps because of it. 

They had first met at a neighborhood party a couple of months earlier, and even with their respective spouses within ten feet she was obviously coming on to him as they talked. 

"You are so interesting. We need to get together sometime," she had said with a suggestive smile, her striking eyes locked on his. She often stopped to chat while he worked on his yard, and apparently had no problem showing him her body. On one occasion she had told him about her hip surgery and pulled her shorts down to show him the minute scar, completely exposing her ass and bringing half her bush into view. He chuckled whenever he remembered that. 

This visit had begun quite innocently. They both enjoyed photographing wildlife, and he had shared some of his better shots with her. She had seen him with his camera in his yard, and walked over. She was between jobs and he was semiretired; both of their spouses still worked and were gone for the day. 

"Getting some good ones today?" she asked. "Those pictures you sent me were amazing." 

"I think I have some," he answered. "I was just going to download them." 

"Oh, good," she opined. "Maybe you have another one I can use as my computer wallpaper." 

They walked into his back yard. He sat on a long patio bench, leaning forward to the laptop on the table and inserting the memory card. She ignored the large chair and sat down right next to him, her thigh against his and her body so close that his arm rested on her left boob. Oh damn, he thought. Her husband is one lucky bastard. It was one of the thoughts he often had when he saw a beautiful woman - that someone got to fuck her on a regular basis. 

He downloaded the pictures as they made small talk, and he began to cycle through them. One was of a Great Blue Heron just taking flight, wings spread wide and its head leaning forward. 

"Ohmygawd!" she exclaimed. "That one is amazing! How do you take such great pictures?" she said, grabbing and squeezing his leg. 

Slightly embarrassed by her praise and flustered with the excitement of her hands on him, he thanked her and explained that many of his better shots were due to dumb luck, being at the right place at the right time with the right equipment. 

"No, no, you're better than that" she said. "You really know how to capture a scene." 

He cycled through more of the pictures, her hand resting on his leg, her body against him, her boob against his arm. He wasn't inexperienced at philandering, but this was moving so fast that he wasn't entirely sure how to react. Was she just being friendly? Was she like this with everyone, or were her actions indicative of a more intimate goal? 

Deciding to chance it, he put his right hand on her leg, allowing his fingers to rest on the inner part of her thigh. Far from resisting, she moved her other leg away, actually widening the space between her thighs. Their faces were turned towards each other as they talked, barely eight inches apart, and her large eyes were locked on his. When she moved her hand to the inner part of his thigh he was breathless. He began to slowly stroke the inside of her smooth, silky thigh. Her hand on his leg had moved dangerously close to his junk. 

As if in a scene from a movie, they suddenly attacked each other hungrily. Lips sought lips, tongues darted and explored, hands stroked and rubbed, moans and grunts intermingled. She swung over and straddled his lap facing him, bringing their bodies against each other. Damn, he thought, she feels better than she looks. His hands wandered over her torso and down over her hips, marveling at the feel of her tightly muscled body. 

Momentarily breaking the kiss, she sat up slightly and in a fluid movement pulled her sport bra up over her head, exposing her small but perfectly shaped breasts, a bit larger than tea cups but perfectly proportioned to her small frame. He noticed that she didn't have tan lines and smiled before burying his face in them, kissing and sucking and tonguing her nipples to erectness as she sighed and pulled his head tightly to her chest. He loved the feel of her bare back against his arms and hands, letting them wander down to cup the cheeks of her perfect, heart-shaped ass. 

Leaning back slightly, she grabbed his t-shirt by the shoulders and pulled it off over his head. Embracing in an intense, deep kiss again, he felt the points of her breasts against his chest. Their breathing was coming almost in gasps as they clawed and groped each other. 

"Wow. You feel better than I thought you would," she said breathlessly when their lips parted. He responded with another long, deep kiss. A moan escaped her throat. 

"I want you. Now," she said, standing up and reaching for his waist. With expert hands she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and he lifted his hips slightly as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. A brief pause to pull off his shoes, and she completed the task. He was buck naked, his member a throbbing rod of desire and anticipation. She kicked off her own shoes and shimmied out of her shorts, standing momentarily before his hungry eyes. Not a tan line in sight, he mused. Nice. She was not one who shaved her pussy to perfect baldness, preferring a more natural look that he found enticing. 

Dropping to her knees on the patio, she reached for his cock and moved between his legs. Without a pause, she took his shaft fully into her mouth and moved her head up and down its length, slurping hungrily when reaching the head and letting her tongue circle the glans. She grasped his rod at the base with one hand and used the other to reach down and stimulate her clit. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes with pleasure. What an unbelievable turn of events, he thought. Life is SOOOOO good. He buried his hands in her hair and she sucked. 

Releasing his cock, she stood up then straddled his lap again. Using her left hand, she guided his shaft into her dripping pussy, closing her eyes and moaning as she lowered herself completely onto it. 

This is so perfect, he mused as she moved up and down on his cock. She has the body of a goddess. He could feel the heat inside her, a literal burning sensation that stimulated him even more. Her perfect body was plastered against him, her arms around his head as his own hands cupped her ass, one cheek in each. Up and down she went, his mouth now nuzzling her neck to then kissing her full lips. She gripped his head in both hands a planted a long, passionate kiss on him, her tongue exploring his mouth hungrily. Guttural moans escaped her throat and her breathing came in short gasps as she approached release. 

His own orgasm was close; he could feel his balls starting to quiver. Steady, boy, he told himself, hold it now and wait for her. That momentary distraction served to delay his orgasm long enough for hers to begin, her arms gripping him tightly to her as she felt each wave wash over her entire body. He allowed himself to go then, filling her with his hot jizz as he shook with each spasm and he grunted in release. Slowly their bodies subsided, but they remained locked in that position for what seemed like hours, neither willing to let go of the other. She cradled his head against her upper chest. 

"Ohmygawd... ohmygawd... ohmygawd. I've wanted to do that for so long," she finally said. 

"Me too," he replied. "You're an amazing woman." 

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself," she said with a smile. She leaned back slightly and looked into his eyes. "So, what happens now?" she asked, suddenly serious. 

"Nothing except this," he answered. "You and I both know we're not going to make any major changes in our lives yet, so let's just enjoy our little secret for now." 

"Works for me. Being home during the day certainly has its benefits," she said, melting into another long, deep kiss.



Right Next Door



Sandy was not happy. She was new to the area, had started a new business, but hadn't made any friends or met anyone interesting so far. Hanging out in bars wasn't her idea of a good time. "How can I meet someone if I don't go where there are men to meet?" she ask herself often. Sitting home alone was awful, especially on a weekend. "I should have stayed where I had friends and knew people." she told herself. She loved to read but even that didn't help any more. 

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Sandy took a sheet of paper and tried to write a list of possible places to meet men. 

1. The grocery store? Don't single men have to buy food too? 

2. Laundry room. Everyone has to wash their clothes and wives wash husbands, so wouldn't single guys have to wash their own?

3. Bars. Bars are usually for drunks or men scamming for sex. Or losers. Or barflies (if your a woman)

4. Library. Maybe. College guys have to study somewhere.

5. Beach. Maybe. How often do single guys go to the beach alone? Usually gay or body builder types hang there.

6. Friends who have a friend. I don't have any friends here to set me up with anyone!

7. Sporting Events. Doubtful. Guys watching sports, watch sports.

8. Race Track. Nope. They throw their money away. Or attend with a female.

After reading what she had written, she wrote two last words....This sucks.

She tossed her pen down and pushed her chair back from the table. "There has to be someplace to meet someone nice... or at least someone." she grumbled. Here she was, a decent looking woman, owned her own business, owned her home, drove a new car, had a great job but she couldn't find a man. She didn't date men she worked with, it wasn't a good idea when you were the boss, it caused problems. What was a woman supposed to do? Advertise? She stopped dead in her tracks.. advertise. Maybe she should try a dating service on the Internet. Something like 'Match.com' or 'Harmany.com.' she thought. "Hell, a lot of people are doing that these days.." she said aloud in the otherwise empty room. Sandy hadn't had sex for so long it was scary. She hadn't even gone out on a date in months.. well at least a year. She had just been to busy trying to make a life for herself, starting her business and buying the house. She didn't have time to date much.

Sandy was a beauiful woman. She was tall, slender and had natural curly black hair that hung halfway down her back. She took good care of herself, eating right and exercising was a regular routine. She was smart, college smart and business came naturally for her. She had started her own business and was doing very well with it. She had gotten so involved in getting it off the ground that she didn't realize how lonesome she was until she had time to herself after the business was doing good and she had hired people she could trust to run things without her there every minute. She found herself with time on her hands and no one to share it with. 

It was Friday and the weekend loomed ahead of Sandy looking anything but fun. Maybe she would just do some work over the weekend, the house she had bought did need to be painted. She had planned on hiring painters for the job, but since she had nothing else of interest to do, she would paint it herself. Saturday morning, Sandy made a trip to a local store to buy the paint supplies she would need. She also purchased a ladder and a few garden tools, intending to start a flower garden in her backyard one day soon. She unloaded her purchases and went inside to change clothes. Sandy wondered what her neighbors would think when they saw her painting the house by herself. She hadn't met any of the people living around her yet and if fact, hadn't even seen any of them in the few weeks she'd been living there. After putting on a pair of old levi's and a white t-shirt and covering her hair with a bandana to protect it from paint, she went back outside to start scraping off the old paint around the windows. An hour later she decided it was time to have some lunch and cool off a bit. It had gotten fairly warm and she was sweating. She didn't notice the curtain move in the window next door as someone watched her progress.

Sandy finished the windows at the front of the house and was starting to wonder if she was nuts for thinking she could do a job this big alone. She was tired as she put everything away and her attention was on the job at hand when a voice cut into the silence. "Hello neighbor."

Sandy jumped, startled to find someone standing on the other side of the hedge between her house and the one next door. It was a good-looking man with a big smile on his face. "Hello yourself." she replied, wiping her hands on the back of her pants and looking at the guy with interest.

He held out his hand and said, "I'm Jake Stockton, your neighbor and possible help." It appeared his smile grew even larger when he said this and Sandy laughed before taking his hand to shake. 

"Sandy Smythe" she said, introducing herself to Jake. "Help?" she inquired, then added, "Help with what?"

"Help with the obvious," Jake answered. "It looks like you could use a hand in painting this big ole place," he said, glancing towards her house. Sandy didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure he was serious about offering to help her paint or if he was making some kind of joke. She stared at him while thinking over his remark.

"Hello? Do you need some help with painting?" he asked again when she just stood there.

"Oh... sorry, I didn't think you were serious with your offer." Sandy said slowly, still looking at him. She was surprised at how good-looking he was and amazed that he would even think to offer help with so much work since she was a stranger. 

"Well I don't usually volunteer myself to strange women, but when the stranger looks as good as you, it seemed the right thing to do." he said, now looking like he felt silly for having ask in the first place.

"I couldn't ask you to actually help me." Sandy said, deciding he had asked to be nice or polite. She could use the help, but no way would she expect it. She went back to picking up her equipment and putting it away. Jake continued to stand on his side of the hedge and watch her for a few more minutes. When she had finished she looked over and saw that Jake had gone. "So much for being the kindly neighbor." she told herself, feeling let down that he hadn't insisted on helping her out. She wondered if he was married and if he was, where was the wife? A wife wouldn't be very pleased when her hubby offered to work with a new woman on the street. Sandy shook her head and went inside.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, Sandy found herself looking out windows every now and then, checking to see if a woman appeared next door. She didn't see anyone at all over there. She finally gave up and went to bed earlier then usual, tired from the work she'd done. 

Sandy woke up early, made a pot of coffee and read the paper before heading outdoors to start on the house again. She worked steadily for a couple of hours, forgetting about Jake and concentrating on the job at hand. She had worked her way around to the side of the house and was just finishing the last window there when she heard a door slam and saw Jake coming towards her. "Morning neighbor!" he said cheerfully. She saw he was wearing what looked like old clothes and had a paintbrush in his hand. She didn't know what to say other then, "Good morning to you."

Jake started scraping where she had left off as they moved around to the back of her property. Sandy didn't know what to say so she said nothing for awhile. They worked silently, her wondering how to ask if he was married and if his wife knew what he was doing...

After they had finished preping the outside of the house, Jake finally broke the silence... "Well, that's done. Do you want to start painting today or did you have other plans?" he asked Sandy.

"Well, I suppose the house wouldn't look so awful if the front was painted, but the rest I planned to do next weekend." she told him, still feeling funny that he was helping with the work. "I can do that myself," she added, not wanting him to think she expected him to give up any more time for her. She had to admit, it had gone a lot faster with him helping and she liked looking at him when he wasn't paying attention. Jake had broad shoulders and she could see he took good care of his body. He was tall and well built and with his good looks, he probably had plenty of women after him she decided. Well, she wouldn't be chasing after no man.

Jake smiled at her and said cheerfully, "I don't mind helping a pretty lady and of course it doesn't hurt to be neighborly."

Sandy didn't know what to think of this.. he seemed sincere and sounded like he meant it, but did he? She gave him the chance to get out of helping her by saying, "You know Jake, we don't even know each other and you really don't have to help me with this. I'm sure your wife would rather have you at home helping out around the house."

She regretted her words immediately. Jake wasn't smiling now and his eyes had grown darker. His voice was soft as he told her, "My wife passed away two years ago, so I doubt she will be bothered by anything I do." He turned and walked quickly around the corner of the house. Sandy was stunned and mad at herself for being so damn stupid. She ran after him but he was already closing the door to his house when she got around the corner. "Jake." she said sadly. She went back to put things away and wondered what she should do now. She hadn't meant to pry like that and now she had upset him.

Sandy didn't see Jake all week and was worried she had blown it with her stupid question. "Blown what?" she asked herself, puzzled by her choice of words. She shrugged it off and went to get the stuff to paint some on the beautiful Saturday morning she found upon waking. She had everything ready and wondered if Jake would show up or not. She sat the ladder against the house and climbed up with a paint tray in one hand and started painting under the eves of the house. She worked at a steady pace, trying not to look next door at Jake's house. She finished most of the hard part of the work by noon, but only on one side of the house. It would have been faster had someone been helping her. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing when she pulled the ladder away from the building, forgetting the tray of paint at the top of it until it landed on her head. "FUCK! Dammit all to fucking hell!" she cried out. Paint covered her head, dripping slowly down the top and running down the front and back of her. She couldn't believe the mess she was and turned to go into the backyard to try to wash some of it off with the watering hose. 

She hadn't taken two steps when she heard, "Hey... nice paint job on yourself." followed by laughter. Jake was standing on his side of the hedge laughing at her. Sandy frowned at him, feeling stupid and angry at the same time. He spoke again, this time saying, "Nice language too. I didn't think you had a dirty word in your vocabulary." He cracked up again, then stopped when he saw she was about to cry. "Oh hey, Sandy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." he said as he came around to where she stood.

"Don't touch me!" Sandy cried as he approached her. "I mean it!" she added, pissed off at his having laughed. Then she seemed to have a change of heart and told him, "We're even now. I upset you, you upset me." 

They stood looking at each other for a moment then both burst out laughing. Sandy went back to wash the paint off and Jake followed her, offering his assistance. She had the water going and was trying to get the paint out of her hair and when he kept talking, she turned the hose on him. That turned into a water fight between the two, with both ending up in Sandy's pool. Sandy was thinking how handsome Jake was and realized she was attracted to her neighbor. She got out of the pool and was twisting her hair to get the excess water out and noticed Jake staring at her strangly. She wasn't aware of her wet t-shirt clinging to her breasts, and him being able to see right through the material. Her nipples were erect from the cool water and the t-shirt showed them clearly, as if she wasn't wearing anything.

Jake felt guilty about staring at her tits, but it had been a long time since he'd seen a naked woman, alive and in the flesh. He couldn't look away until he felt his cock stiffen and decided he'd better calm down quick. He climbed out of the pool and stood away from Sandy, now looking everywhere but at her. Sandy stopped messing with her hair when she saw the outline of Jake's manhood standing out against his shorts. He was obviously excited and she realized she was really horny. Without thinking about what she was doing, Sandy walked over to Jake and touched the outline of his cock. He looked surprised and uncertain as her fingers traced the outline of his dick under the wet material. She kneeled in front of him, intent on what she was doing as she unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside. As her hand encircled his cock, he felt it swell even more, feeling like it would burst out of his pants at any moment.

Sandy drew Jake's cock out of his pants and leaned forward to take it in her mouth. Jake looked down at her and felt like his legs might give out when she started to blow him. In and out of her beautiful, hot mouth his cock slid. He felt her tongue running up and down it's length, without thinking, his hand went to the back of her head and held her there. His cock touched the back of her throat and he almost lost it, but recovered quickly.

Suddenly they both lost their balance and fell back into the pool. Jake came up sputtering and looking around for Sandy, she came up without the t-shirt or her shorts. She was completely naked now, which gave Jake cause to pull his clothing off too. They moved to the more shallow end of the pool and Jake lifted Sandy in the water and put her long legs around his waist. His cock found the entrance to her pussy quickly and they both moaned as he pushed himself deeply inside of her. Sandy's arms were around Jake's neck, her breasts pressed against his chest and their lips locked in a deep kiss. They stood there for a long time, Jake moving his hips, fucking her slowly. After a long while, he held her there while he moved to the steps of the pool, then he sat on the top one with Sandy still impaled on his cock. She put her feet on the bottom step and lifted up a little, then dropped back down on him again and again. Neither had spoken a work, the only sound was the water slapping against the side of the pool from their motion and the moans of pleasure they made. 

Jake took both of Sandy's breasts in his hands and lifted them one at a time to his mouth. His tongue flicked over her nipples and then sucked one into his mouth. Sandy leaned back in the water, enjoying his mouth and his cock inside of her. 

Sandy looked Jake in the eyes and said, "I think we're getting water-logged, maybe we should get out of the pool?" Her voice sounded breathless and she was almost panting now. Jake nodded his head and lifted her off of his cock, almost regretful to do so. They both stepped out of the water and before either could change their mind about what they were doing, Sandy took his hand and lead him inside her house. When they reached the door to her bedroom, she turned to him and placed her lips against his in a long kiss. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed and lay them both down on it. 

Jake broke from the kiss and started kissing her throat, working his way down the front of her body. When he reached her pussy, he used his fingers to part her lips so he could get to her clit. He sucked on it while listening to her cries of pleasure, pleased that he could give her so much enjoyment. His cock throbbed with his lust building again, his balls felt heavy, almost aching, but he continued to lick and suck her pussy until she begged him to fuck her... He refused to do it until he heard her beg for it, and it wasn't long before he heard.... "Please Jake, fuck me now! Put your big cock in my pussy! I need it sooooo bad... PLEASE FUCK ME!" she cried out, finger nails raking down his back, leaving long scratches on his flesh.

At last Jake felt it was time, he knew she was on the verge of a major orgasim and he also knew he couldn't hold back much longer! He stood and pulled her around so the lower half of her body was off of the bed. Sandy lifted her legs and wrapped them around Jakes hips, lifting herself so he could ease his beautiful cock inside of her gushing snatch. She could feel her juices flowing out, her inner thighs were sticky with her cum.

They fit together as perfect as a man and a woman could. She felt his cock rubbing against the walls of her insides, filling her totally with his manhood. He stood still, looking down at her, his desire obvious in his eyes. Then he began to move in and out of her cunt, pulling almost all of the way out, then pushing back into her wetness, deeper each time. Sandy's eyes rolled back in her head, she was panting and moving her body in time with him. Nothing in the world mattered right then, except that this man fuck her hard. The heat between them built and she heard Jake grunt as his cock hammered at her willing pussy. "Ugh, ugh, ugh...yessssssssss.. OH GOD! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Sandy screamed, rocked by her orgasim. 

Jake could hold back no more, with his fists resting on the edge of the bed, he fucked her hard and fast, until he felt the release he needed. His hot sperm seemed to pour from the head of his cock in an endless creamy stream. It ran out of Sandy's hole around the cock that filled it so good, down the crack of her ass and onto the bed in a little puddle. His whole body shook, sweat ran down it, some dripping from his face to fall on Sandy's tits like burning drops of rain. When it was done, he let himself fall onto the bed next to her. The sound of their harsh breathing was the only sound for several long minutes.

"Well, do you think you could help me finish painting the back part of the house today?" Sandy said after finally catching her breath. Jake was stunned. He raised up on his elbow and looked at her like she was crazy.

Sandy couldn't hold back her laughter when she saw his face. Jake realized she was joking and joined her laughter with his own. He reached over and started to tickle her, "Crazy damn bitch aren't you?" he told her as they rolled around on the bed, laughing.

A little bit later, Jake grew serious as he looked at Sandy lying next to him. "Does this mean we're more then just neighbors?" he ask, sounding uncertain of himself. Sandy opened her eyes and looked at him, she reached out to trace the outline of his face with a finger.

"I think we just might be." she answered.

Jake smiled and pulled her closer to him. They lay quietly, both thinking of the possibilities of a relationship each dearly needed.



Right Now



"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered in his ear as she passed him in the large hallway of the Coliseum.

"Excuse me?" he gasped.

"I want to feel you inside me," she repeated and pinched his ass for emphasis.

"Right now? Here?" he questioned. 

This never happened to him. He didn't approach girls, girls didn't approach him. Singer or not, this never happened to him.

"Yes, right now! Here! NOW!" she grinned and grabbed his hand.

He allowed her to lead him down the hall, away from his bandmates, brother, and their dressing room. He knew he had little time before the band was due on-stage for their performance, but this was an invitation he couldn't resist. After all, she wasn't about to let him say no, was she?

"In here," she directed, opening a small door and pushing him inside.

"Fuck, it's dark in here," he gasped as she stepped into the small enclosure after him and shut the door.

"It's a closet, get over it," she laughed and ran a hand swiftly around to cup his ass.

"Whoah, slow down," he laughed, searching for a light, anything so he could see.

He felt the moist coolness of her tongue on his neck, running up, up, up, until his earlobe was inside her delicate mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, "if you don't stop that I'm going to cum right now."

"Good," she cooed, and reached her hand down to cup his erection through his shorts.

"Oh my god, slow down," he moaned and fell back into something sharp and hissed.

"You okay?" she giggled, removing her grasp from his crotch while he readjusted his position.

"That hurt, but yeah," he laughed.

"I'll make it feel better," she promised and went down to her knees.

"Oh sweet jesus," he grinned into the darkness. 

She had managed to yank his shorts and briefs down to his ankles, and envelope his hardened member with her soft lips in a matter of seconds. Experienced, for sure. He tried not to think about the countless other musicians she may have executed this very same act with, where they were now, why she'd chosen him as her latest victim. Was it wrong to be reasoning such things inside his head when his cock was being sucked? He wasn't sure.

"You're good, now do me," she demanded, rising off her knees.

"Wha?" he stammered.

She ran a hand up to his shoulder, steadying herself as she brought a leg up and wrapped it over his hip. "I said you're good, you're hard, now stick it in me, rockstar!"

Without a word, he brought his hips upward and in one forceful thrust, he was inside her. She never even removed her skirt, and where had her panties gone? More than likely, he thought, she wasn't wearing any.

"Fuck me, rockstar," she hissed in his ear. "Drive that long, hard cock of yours into me and make me scream your name like all those girls in the audience!"

He moaned and hissed, grunted and groaned, driving his cock into her with as much force as he could muster in their current position. Within no time, he felt the unmistakable tingle that singled his slow demise into insanity.

"CUM INSIDE ME JOEL," she screamed, and pounded on the door with her fist.

He felt his cares wash away as he released into her tight, waiting depths, realizing slowly that the door had opened slightly and they could have an audience waiting outside for them.

"The door's open," he whispered after he returned to earth.

"I know," she giggled. "Oopsy!"

"I need to get going," he sighed, reaching to the floor and yanking his pants back up to his hips. "We're due on any second."

"I know," she laughed. "You're going to be late!"

"Yeah," he frowned.

"I'll see ya around," she grinned, waving as she headed back down the hallway.

He watched as she strutted down the hall, no doubt in search of her next piece of meat.

"Wow," he laughed. "I cannot believe that just happened!"

"What just happened?" came the familiar, always inquisitive voice of his twin.

"Nothing, Benj!" Joel grinned.

"Well, I've got a story for you!" Benji beamed, grabbing his brother's arm and pulling him towards the band's dressing room. 

"Oh?" Joel raised an eyebrow.

"Joel, you'll never believe this shit!" Benji laughed, gesturing wildly with his hands. "This chick comes up to me in the hallway, brushes against my arm, and fucking drags me down the hall to this closet, I guess. I dunno what the fuck it was, and then she starts sucking my dick right there. Like RIGHT THERE! I'm standing there thinking, holy shit, this girl is Heaven sent. So she's sucking my dick and I'm thinking, gosh, I'd really like to bang her right now. I hope she's tight. And she gets off my dick and begs me to fuck her pussy . . . Joel? Joel? Are you listening?" 



Right of First Night



Above his lavish four poster bed was the framed declaration:

"Every female peasant, on attaining the age of 18 years, shall present herself to her Lord, who may exercise his right to claim her maidenhood, and, once such right has been claimed, she shall be regarded as a woman, subject to the rights and duties attendant thereto."

It was probably worth something now, as a historic relic. It was an original, probably one of the few still in existence, issued to Baron York's grandfather many years ago. Back then of course the law was still regularly exercised. Even Baron York's father had, so he used to claim, exercised the right of first night in his younger days.

But those were different times. The Baron knew that if he tried to exercise his right today, even though the decree was still technically valid, he would cause a riot, and probably not be a baron for much longer.

The Kingdom of Bruchet was still a long way behind the modern world in many respects: it was still an absolute monarchy and the feudal system was still alive and well. But sleeping with girls without their consent, even peasant girls, was no longer acceptable.

The Baron was in a very privileged position in this medieval style society, having inherited a significant amount of land and wealth from his father after his father's untimely death. At 22, he was one of the youngest Lords of the Manor in the whole of Bruchet, and he liked to think of himself as a reformer, a modernist, who treated the peasants who worked his land better than did most of his counterparts.

He knew it was a largely thankless task being the Lord of the Manor, and he regularly received petitions from his peasants asking for this, that or the other, or complaining about any manner of trivial inconveniences. He was slightly ashamed to admit it, but recently he had taken the advice of some of his older friends and stopped reading the petitions. He now had an assistant who sent back a standard response. He hadn't received any complaints about the new arrangements, but then that was the point, he supposed.

***

Of course, traditions rarely disappear completely. Every peasant girl was still required to make a trip to the Baron's manor on her eighteenth birthday. Officially she was supposed to offer up her virginity, and the Baron was supposed to politely decline. This meant that she had complied with her obligations and could officially become a woman in the eyes of the law. The Baron even had to sign a declaration confirming that her virginity had been offered and declined, for legal purposes.

The reaction of the girls who visited his manor varied greatly. Some would be most shy about visiting the Baron on their own, and would barely speak a word. The Baron usually found these encounters very uncomfortable, and would make his excuses after only a short while.

Some other girls would take the opportunity to complain (a favourite pastime of peasants, as you are no doubt becoming aware), or beg for lower taxes or more relaxed laws. Again, they received only a short amount of the Baron's time.

Better were the girls who took the opportunity to make pleasant and sometimes even engaging conversation. They may be genuinely interested in the antiques around them, or desire to learn more about the Baron. Baron York very much enjoyed these visits, and would always make sure he reserved a good number of hours for each session, just in case he was fortunate enough that his visitor would be this type of girl. After all, it could get lonely being the Baron.

Though the official purpose of their visit, to offer themselves up for deflowering, was in most cases not mentioned, it did come up on occasion. Some girls would mention it jokingly, or even sarcastically, annoyed that the Baron retained a formal right over their bodies. But a few times the Baron had received what sounded like a genuine offer.

***

A few months ago he had walked into his drawing room to see a most attractive brunette waiting for an audience with him. She was well proportioned with a generous chest, had a lovely smile and was very well spoken (for a peasant). Her top was low cut, offering a tempting amount of cleavage, without being so low as to be indecent.

After a few minutes of small talk she said, "so, I suppose I'm supposed to offer you my virginity now?"

She smiled.

"Um, yeah, well..." the Baron had stuttered. He still found this situation somewhat embarrassing.

"Do we go up to your bedroom?" she continued, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Well, we don't actually..."

"What? We do it here? In front of them?" she had said, sounding genuinely surprised.

The Baron looked up at his two guards who always accompanied him on these meetings, just in case the girl had some deep seated disliking for the Baron. They were struggling to hide a smirk.

"No, we don't do anything. We just talk," he had said finally.

"Oh... I know I don't have to, but I thought if I was happy to?..." she said, sounding confused.

"Erm... no, no, we don't, no."

"Oh," she blushed bright red, and he was sure he was blushing too.

It didn't help that he was getting an erection, excited at the forbidden thought of this most attractive girl offering herself to him. Well, not even a forbidden thought: if she was willing, if she was volunteering, there was nothing to stop him. He knew many of the other barons happily acted on such offers.

She lent forwards a little, and he couldn't help but look down her top. She giggled a little, and he quickly returned his eyes to her face. He saw that she was looking at his crotch, where his excitement was by now obvious. He stood up and left the room, refusing to return until she was gone.

***

It was not that Baron York was not a red blooded male, for he was, and he regularly fantasised about taking advantage of his rights over an attractive peasant girl. But the Baron was himself a virgin, and he was saving himself. For what, he didn't know. Why not for the girl who had offered herself to him so willingly? Part of him had very much wanted to, but it just hadn't felt quite right.

Of course, dating and especially marrying a peasant girl was not a possibility. Even in modern Bruchet, the aristocracy and peasants did not intermarry. He knew that he should marry a girl of his class, and he had been introduced to plenty, many of whom had been impressed with his dashing good looks and endless charm. But it had never felt quite right.

Most women had given up on him by now, and in fact these days the main female company he had was peasant girls presenting themselves to him on their eighteenth birthday before they went off to celebrate with their families and, in many cases, boyfriends.

***

Baron York was constantly surprised by how many peasants lived in his manorship. Judging by the amount of girls who visited him to fulfill their eighteenth birthday obligations, either he had a substantial amount of peasants or there must have been something in the water just over eighteen years before.

Despite this, he still was always nervous about the visits, though he had learned by now not to show his nerves. Still, as he checked his calendar, he knew that there was one evening he was going to be particularly nervous. He looked again at the name of the girl scheduled for a visit in just a few days' time: Robyn.

Robyn was the daughter of Sarah, a servant who had worked for the Baron's father for many years. Sarah had often brought Robyn to work with her, and, although mixing between the aristocracy and peasants was generally forbidden, the Baron and Robyn had regularly played together as children. He had even allowed Robyn to call him "Barry".

The correct form of address would have been "your Lordship", despite his young age. However, when Robyn, then a young child, had first been introduced to the Baron and been told that, one day, when he took over from his father, he would be the Baron, she had struggled to pronounce "Baron", and it had come out as Barry. The name had stuck, and so sweetly innocent of protocol was she that nobody had ever corrected her.

The two had been closer friends than protocol dictated, despite their four year age gap. However, the Baron had always been a shy child who had struggled to make friends at school, so nobody had had the heart to discourage his friendship with Robyn.

A few years ago Sarah had stopped working for the Baron's father in mysterious circumstances: there was a rumour that his father and Sarah had had an affair, though the Baron did not know if there was any truth in this. In any event, Sarah had never been seen around the manor again and thus, neither had Robyn. Though the Baron had very much wanted to stay in contact with her, he had been firmly discouraged.

But now, in just a few days' time; well, Robyn would be eighteen years old, and that meant that she would have to visit the Baron's manor and offer her virginity to the Baron. Whether she would formally offer, he didn't know. It promised to be excruciatingly embarrassing.

His mind had wandered to that night so many times over the last few weeks, turning over the different ways it might go, but never had he allowed himself to imagine what might happen if she offered - and he said yes. He had never seen her in that way before. She had always been too young, and even if it had not been for the age thing, the idea of a Baron and a peasant together, it just wouldn't do.

***

After his butler came to tell him Robyn had arrived, the Baron did not immediately head for the drawing room. Instead he paced and paced in the hallway, stopping each time he passed the full length mirror to examine himself.

He always dressed in ceremonial baronial robes for these occasions; perhaps it was him hiding behind his role, perhaps it was to give the girls the full baronial experience. He had thought about changing this tradition for today's meeting; it seemed very formal for a girl who called him Barry. But he had eventually decided to stick to his normal plan.

He adjusted his dark green waistcoat for the hundredth time (green being the family colour), repositioned his long jacket, and checked that his breeches were just right. The one part of the ceremonial outfit he always omitted on these occasions was the sword - it never felt quite right in the circumstances.

Finally he took a deep breath and walked towards the door to the drawing room. He took another deep breath then, doing his best to look confident, swung open the door and strode in.

Wow. It was Robyn alright, but not the Robyn he knew. This was Robyn the woman. She wore a long black dress that gave just a hint of cleavage. It was tight enough to show off the wonderful shape of her body. It must have cost her a fortune; where a peasant found that kind of money he had no idea.

Her auburn hair fell over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Perhaps just a hint of make-up, though the Baron was no expert in these things. Her hazel eyes looked enquiringly at him, a faint hint of a smile on her lips.

There was silence for a few seconds, then Robyn broke it: "hello, Barry."

The Baron could not help but look to his two guards, neither of whom knew Robyn. The look of surprise on their faces at this unconventional greeting almost made the Baron burst out laughing. He knew immediately he did not want them intruding on his reunion, and gestured to let them know they were dismissed. They looked reluctant to leave what was clearly going to be an interesting meeting, but did as they were told.

There was awkward conversation for a few minutes, but soon they both started to relax. Robyn seemed unfazed by the situation and was happy to chat away as if there was nothing unusual about the meeting. Perhaps it was just because a few years had passed since their last meeting, but she seemed funnier, more confident, more... sexy? than before.

Eventually the Baron was distracted by a small bag that Robyn had brought with her. He queried its contents.

"Oh," she said breezily, "it's my overnight bag. Toothbrush, clean underwear, etc."

"You're... staying? Where?" the Baron was confused.

Robyn smiled.

"Um... here - aren't I?"

The Baron didn't get it.

"Right of first night?" she said, raising an eyebrow, as if it should have been obvious.

"Oh - oh!" the Baron exclaimed, then burst out laughing. She was joking.

"Barry," Robyn said, her tone softening. "People talk. I've heard that of all the girls who have come here on their eighteenth birthday, you've not slept with any of them."

"Well - I can't!" replied the Baron. "It's not allowed!"

"It is if the girl offers," Robyn replied, a determined look on her face. "There was a girl came a few months ago, Laurel. I heard she pretty much threw herself at you, and you ran out of the room!"

"Um... well..." He didn't have a reply for that.

"People talk," Robyn repeated. "What do you think they say?"

Of course he thought about it.

"That... they... they think I like men?" he said, surprised that he'd said it out loud.

Robyn looked genuinely surprised.

"No."

She paused.

"You don't, do you?"

"No!" he said, wishing he hadn't said anything.

"No," Robyn echoed. "No, they say that you're saving yourself for someone."

Now it was the Baron's turn to look surprised.

"For... someone?"

That's what he'd always told himself, but he'd never been sure if he believed it. Did the fact that the peasants shared this rumour amongst themselves make it true? And if so, that begged another question, a question he was just starting to think he might know the answer to...

"And do they say... who?"

She smiled, a knowing smile. She didn't need to say the words.

As he searched for a reply, she lowered herself to the floor, onto her knees. She shuffled herself close to where he sat, then lowered herself down to kiss his stockinged feet.

Looking up at him from her kneeling position, in a reverential voice, she addressed him formally for perhaps the first time ever.

"Your Lordship," she said. The words sounded strange coming out of Robyn's mouth. She had never called him that before.

"I am but a humble peasant, and you my worshipful master. Today is my eighteenth birthday, and therefore in accordance with the laws and customs of this Kingdom, and in tribute to you, my Baron, I offer to render unto you what is rightfully yours, my maidenhood."

Wow. Nobody had ever done that before. Was that the traditional manner in which a maiden offered her innocence to a baron? The Baron had a feeling Robyn had just made it up, though given how well she had delivered it, he suspected she had been practising. 

Wow. She was right. Everyone was right. This was what he had been waiting for, saving himself for. For Robyn.

He looked down at her, staring into those hazel eyes, that practised expression of submission on her face. If there was one person in the Kingdom who would not feel obliged to submit to the Baron, it was Robyn. But she had chosen to.

"As your Baron, I accept your kind offer."

She smiled. She had the best smile.

***

He had fantasised about this moment many times before, but never with Robyn. As he looked into her eyes, he knew that she had fantasised about the moment too, and always with him. He took another look at her now, a proper look. She must have saved up forever, worked so many extra hours, to be able to afford that dress. And for what? She would never have a chance to wear it in her normal life. For tonight. For him. To take off for him.

"Take off your dress, peasant," the Baron said, trying to sound as commanding as possible, trying to leave the uncertainty and nerves out of his voice.

Robyn's expression broke just a little into a smile, but she quickly restored the expression of reverence, of deference to her master.

She reached for the straps over her shoulders and slowly, deliberately, first with the left, then with the right, pulled them down her arms, not all the way off, but enough to let the dress fall forwards a little, drawing the Baron's eyes to her chest. Robyn had grown up a lot since he had last seen her. Just seeing the exposed skin at the top of her breasts, the hint of her bra, his excitement was already beginning to build. He wondered if Robyn could tell.

She watched him carefully, keeping her eyes focussed on his, seeing them examine her chest, taking delight in revealing herself ever so slowly to him. As she helped the dress down below her chest she heard the Baron take an involuntary intake of breath. The bra was carefully chosen: strapless, with cups that perched on the end of her breasts, not indecent but revealing enough. She blushed a little, not accustomed to having shown so much to a man before, but the Baron did not notice.

As her dress reached her waist, showing her perfect toned stomach - how long she had spent working on that - the Baron held up his hand, indicating to her to stop. He took a long look at her exposed body, running his eyes up to finally reach her face. Again, that slight smile that betrayed how much she was enjoying the situation, which this time she did not bother to lose.

But still she looked up at him from that kneeling position, an ever so slightly inquisitive look, asking why he had stopped her. The way she had taken off that dress - she'd practised that for hours in her room, surely? It felt too natural for a girl he was sure had never so much as kissed a boy before. This was all going exactly as she had planned it - her hands rested on her waist, ready to continue the removal of the dress. There was something incredibly sexy about the half removed dress: the bunched material that should have been covering her top half, the promise of more exposure to come.

He decided to disrupt her plan a little, take some control of the situation.

"It is the custom," he said, trying to keep his tone as measured as possible, "that a maiden ought at this stage to expose her bosom to her master and then seek his permission to continue disrobing."

It sounded as ridiculously formal as the Baron had intended, playing to the fantasy he was sure they both shared about tonight. A look of surprise crossed Robyn's face, but she regained her composure and lowered her eyes in a gesture of further submission.

"Yes, Your Lordship. My humble apologies."

Robyn's hands moved to behind her back, fumbling slightly with the clasp on her bra, betraying her nerves for a second. Then it was undone, and taking a second to gather to courage, she let it fall from her chest, exposing her breasts for the Baron's examination.

The Baron stared at Robyn's bare breasts - or bosom - he liked that word. They were on the larger side, he guessed, though he had little to compare them with; firm, each tipped with a cute soft pink nipple. He took in the shadows they made on her body - was her left slightly larger than her right, or was it just the lighting? The little mole just above her right nipple - an imperfection that made her all the more perfect. He wished he could stay in this moment forever. Robyn was right - everybody was right - this is what he had been saving himself for.

The shadows reminded him of something he had heard long ago: at the time he had thought little of it, and strangely it had never played a part in his fantasies. He was not even sure whether it was true. But at this moment it seemed like the right thing to do. He walked over to the window and looked into the sky, and he knew what he saw was a sign that this was supposed to happen.

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice taking on new authority now that he had a plan. Robyn did as he asked.

He led her to the door, and opened it. He looked at Robyn who was clearly wrong-footed by this turn of events. She gave him a questioning look, but he was not going to give anything away. As she followed him down the ancient passageways, paintings of his ancestors looked down at them, watching an ancient tradition revived for one last time. The Baron looked at Robyn, who was shivering slightly in the cold of the old house. Her body, including her bosom, was covered in goose bump, though he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the nerves.




Right of First Night



Robyn stayed close to the Baron as they walked; it was surely not for fear of getting lost, as she must have knew the manor almost as well as the Baron. Perhaps it was fear of one of the Baron's servants emerging from one of the doorways or corridors and seeing her in this exposed state. Or maybe, and the Baron fervently hoped this was the reason, it was just because she wanted to be close to him, was desperate not to be an inch further away from him than she had to after their years of enforced separation.

The Baron kept his eyes ahead as they walked, determined not to betray his own desire for Robyn, at least not yet, not too obviously. The fantasy dictated that Robyn was simply a local peasant, rendering to the Baron what was lawfully his, and he was the dispassionate, all powerful baron, readying himself to deflower the latest in a long line of conquests.

Finally they arrived at their destination; the Midnight Balcony. From here there was a perfect view over the manor's extensive and immaculately kept gardens, illuminated in the light of the full moon. As Robyn steeped out, shivering slightly in the night air, the Baron turned to once again admire her bare bosom, which she made no attempt to hide from him. How he longed to touch them, to play with them, to never let go.

"You may now finish undressing, peasant," the Baron said, trying to strike the appropriate balance between keeping the fantasy going and not appearing rude.

"And as you do, I will tell you the story of why they call this the Midnight Balcony."

Robyn looked into the distance, over the garden, obviously feeling somewhat exposed up here on this balcony. But she had been down in those gardens herself, and would have never thought to look up here. Besides, who would be out there at this time of night? She started to slowly lower her dress further, exposing her lacy black knickers.

The Baron made no secret of watching her undress, but as promised started his story. Speaking in barely more than a whisper he said, "there is a story that, many years ago, one of my ancestors, my great-great-uncle, brought a young maiden up here onto this balcony to undress for him, so he could admire her body in the light of the full moon."

Robyn looked at the sky, comparing the conditions tonight to those in the myth. Whether or not the story was true, the Baron greatly appreciated knowing of the story, for in the soft moonlight Robyn's soft skin, her firm breasts, her bare, smooth legs, were a sight he would never forget.

"She was, understandably, nervous," the Baron continued. "After all, in those days people were much more private and conservative than they are today, and she did not really even fully understand what right of first night meant."

He looked at Robyn, eyes locked on his. The last time he had seen her she had been so much younger, and she still looked so innocent today, though it was quite obvious that she fully understood what right of first night meant. She stepped out of her dress.

"He asked her to undress and, despite her nerves, she did so, very slowly, hesitating over each item of clothing, blushing profusely as her most intimate parts were displayed to the entranced baron."

And now Robyn put her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers, preparing to expose herself just as her fellow peasant had done for the Baron's ancestor all those years ago. The Baron's eyes stared into her crotch, desperate to see that part of her that by legal decree belonged to him, for tonight at least.

Robyn took a deep breath, again looked out over the garden, perhaps remembering the enjoyable hours she had spent there with the Baron, then lowered her knickers. The Baron stared at Robyn's bare crotch, at the pubic hair that adorned it, thick, brown, curly hair. Taking a deep breath, running his eyes slowly up over her stomach, up over her breasts, up eventually to her own eyes, he finished the story:

"And it was the most beautiful sight the baron had ever seen. He said to her 'you are no peasant, you are a princess', and insisted that he had no jurisdiction over her. He asked her to get dressed again, and they stayed there, talking, laughing, enjoying each other's company for hours. Eventually, the clock struck midnight, and it was no longer her eighteenth birthday. The baron no longer had any right over her, and she left, still a virgin.

"That night she left the village and disappeared, never to be seen again. The baron spent his entire life seeking her, but never found her, and was eventually driven mad with despair."

Robyn had been listening to the story intently, captivated, her face lighting up at the Baron's ancestor's description of the peasant girl, obviously hoping that the Baron felt the same about her. But at the story reached its conclusion, her face fell further and further, until she appeared ready to strangle the Baron if that was what it took to stop the story.

"Um... that's an... um... lovely story," she said, raising her eyebrows. "But shouldn't we be heading to the bedroom now? After all, you don't want the clock to strike midnight with me left a virgin... do you?"

The Baron took the point. It was all well and good honouring tradition, but here was a beautiful naked girl - no, woman - who was offering herself unconditionally to him. He had waited years for this moment, and now he was stood here, with Robyn, he knew that his wait was over.

Even that slightly reproachful expression, that slight uncertainty as to the Baron's commitment to his task, that was part of what he loved about Robyn - she was the only person who would come here and stand up to him like that, even in that subtle way, yet she was also prepared to lie down for him, and he knew that neither of them should wait any longer.

Robyn followed the Baron back through the maze of corridors, towards the one room in the manor that she had never been inside. Though she had been given pretty much a free run of the place when she was younger, the Baron's bedroom had always been off limits.

As the Baron opened the door to his room, for a second he was full of nerves. Though the room was of a size befitting his status, and a huge four poster bed would be very much in line with a young maiden's expectations, the rest of the room was somewhat devoid of opulent trappings. After all, these days much of the grandeur was just for show, keeping up appearances, and nobody ever entered the Baron's bedroom except him.

As Robyn followed him in, her eyes explored the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Her eyes fell on the declaration above the bed, ostensibly the legal authority for what was about to happen. She let out an involuntary giggle.

"Have you ever fantasised about actually..." she read from the declaration: "exercising your right to claim her maidenhood?"

The Baron blushed. Yes, he'd fantasised about it, of course he had, but he didn't want to tell Robyn, admit that he had fantasised about sleeping with other girls. It seemed stupid now; it was so obvious that it should only ever have been Robyn, but he'd never realised until now. It felt like he'd let her down, cheated on her, even if only in his mind.

Robyn giggled. She'd always known him so well: he was sure she could sense his unease at the question.

"It's OK Barry," she said, still giggling slightly, looking impossibly cute. "It's me that's here, isn't it? That's all the matters." His tone was calm, but firm, certain, telling him that she knew this was right, how it was supposed to be. She'd known it long before he had. Everyone had known it long before he had.

The Baron looked into her eyes, her return stare filling him with reassurance. For many centuries his ancestors had brought peasants into this room with one intention in mind. But never a peasant as special as this one. He was a red blooded male, the same as they had been, and he had the same urges towards Robyn that they had had towards their maidens, but he was feeling so much more besides. Without even meaning to, without realising he had until he heard the words escape his lips, he said those words that would never have even crossed the minds of his forefathers: "I love you."

And that face, that stunningly beautiful face, looks that made him feel like a blind man being given the gift of sight for the first time, slowly lit up, so, so slowly. A smile that made him know that, whatever he did for the rest of his life, he wanted to do it with Robyn.

So breathed the words, as if they were part of her fibre, her soul: "I love you too."

Robyn stepped forwards, and as he saw her body move, her fair skin lit by the flickering lamps which bathed the room in a low light, he remembered she was naked, and his eyes ran downwards, thrilling at the sight of her exposed body yet again, savouring every second.

Robyn reached out towards him, touching him lightly, sending electricity through his body. He was already aroused, and was sure it would be obvious to Robyn if she looked down. For some reason he was embarrassed about the fact, still uncomfortable about the unfamiliar experience.

Robyn gently helped him out of his robe, showing the ancient garment the respect it deserved, folding it carefully before depositing it. As she removed his formal garments she showed a patience that was beyond what he could have managed. He cursed himself for dressing so formally: the costume was so impractical for the task, he just wanted to rip it off and get into bed with Robyn.

Finally when he was down to just his underwear, those long, itchy pants which reached down to his knees, he couldn't wait any longer. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him, feeling her bosom squashed against his chest, the warmth exuding from her body. She tilted her head up towards him, and he pressed his lips to hers, feeling her soft lips against his, forming a bond he never wanted to break.

It felt so natural, so right, and as necessary as breathing. She closed her eyes, so he did too, focussing just on the feel of her, the scent of her body. Without breaking the kiss she gently stepped backwards, and the Baron held her tightly, determined not to release her.

The two of them fell onto the bed, the Baron on top of Robyn, astride her, hands exploring her naked body. Robyn moaned gently at the pleasure of his hands finally on her body, and the Baron's touch became firmer, more confident. He was the Baron: this was his birthright, his entitlement. He'd denied himself for so long, but no longer.

The Baron's hand slipped down between Robyn's legs, which parted willingly. His fingers ran through her curly pubes, on to the unfamiliar territory of her lady parts, a mystery of which the Baron knew little. He explored her gently with his fingers, her face lighting up at the thrill of his touch, encouraging him to experiment by rubbing his hand up and down her lips.

Robyn wriggled and moaned softly.

"Your Lordship..." she whispered to him, running her hands down his bare back, digging her nails in gently, just enough to arouse the skin, not enough to hurt.

"My peasant," the Baron replied, exploring her body with his free hand, running it up her stomach, up to her firm, warm breasts, touching them, squeezing them, experimenting.

Robyn's hand found the Baron's cock, and she started to rub her hand gently up and down his shaft, giving the Baron a feeling of pleasure he'd never felt from his own touch. Her hand was soft and warm and lovely, her inexperience serving to tease him. She was holding too gently, thrusting too slowly, and it was driving him crazy.

"You can... harder..." he sighed.

Robyn's hand held a little tighter, her thrusting became a little faster, more confident. But she was too low on his shaft, missing the incredibly sensitive head.

"Just a bit... higher," he said, and she moved her hand higher, and that was good, that was right. The pleasure was now much more intense, almost unbearable.

"You can... harder and higher with me too," she said softly, nervously.

The Baron moved his hand further up her soft lips, feeling the hard nub at the top, wondering if that was where he was supposed to touch. He experimented by rubbing her, firmly but tenderly, hoping he could return to her what she was giving to him. Robyn's face contorted in a way that told him this was exactly what he was doing, that he had found the magic button.

The two kissed passionately, knowing nothing of the technique, but determined to learn. She smelled, felt, tasted so good. Their eyes were locked on each other, all secrets surrendered, the two of them united in body and soul.

The Baron's cock was now fully erect, and he could feel that Robyn's lady parts were moist with her juices. He could wait no longer for what his body craved.

"Peasant," he breathed heavily. "You are requested to surrender your maidenhood to your Baron."

"My Baron," Robyn replied, continuing to look him straight in the eyes. "It is yours."

The Baron took hold of his erect cock from Robyn, and moved it towards Robyn's womanhood, hoping that he would be able to work out where it went. 

The exposed head slipped easily over her moist lips, and the lips opened for him, her warm, tight, moist passage welcoming him in. The head of his cock made itself at home, and he gently pushed in further, exploring.

"Slowly Barry," Robyn said gently, her nerves breaking her out of the fantasy and into the role in which she felt comfortable.

"Sorry," he said tenderly, even in his excitement determined not to hurt her.

"I want it," she told him, "it's just... new."

"Yeah," he said, his body desperately urging him to enter her fully, but his mind determined not to do it until she was ready.

He held her and he kissed her and he felt her body relax, melt into his. Naturally, as if it was meant to be, his cock slid further inside her, entering his tight, unexplored passage. As she tensed up, he stopped again, kissing her mouth gently now, his hands softly stroking her skin.

As she relaxed his cock slid further in, until eventually he felt his balls touch against her skin, and knew he had claimed her fully. Robyn, as unfamiliar with the male anatomy as he was with the female, looked surprised, perhaps wondering what was resting against her.

The Baron did not know what to do beyond what his body told him, and his body was telling him to thrust, to rub his sensitive cock against the welcoming folds of her passage, to take and retake her. And that's what he did, slowly at first, then quicker, more firmly, more confidently. Her face contorted with pleasure, and he knew his must be too, but he didn't care. Nothing felt more right than this.

He could feel himself being pushed closer and closer to the point of no return, the thrusts becoming more urgent now, the desire becoming unbearable. Robyn was breathing heavily, moaning, rocking her hips to increase the sensation, the pleasure. He thrust and he thrust and he...

His orgasm was intense, a strong jet of cum making its way into Robyn's body, and with the next thrust another, and the next another. Eventually the pleasure subsided into satisfaction, and his cock shrank to its usual size, softening inside Robyn as his thrusts became more gentle, eventually just resting there, feeling so at home, as if it was where it was made to be.

As the two of them cuddled up, so content in each other's arms, the Baron thought about the fact that he could have done this before, with the other girls who had volunteered. That... what had Robyn called her? Laurel. She would have willingly got naked and let him thrust his cock inside her.

But lying here with Robyn, the idea seemed even more ridiculous than it had when Laurel had volunteered. Even thinking of another girl seemed wrong. There had only ever been one girl for him, even if he'd never realised.

***

When the Baron awoke, Robyn was still asleep, a look of contentment on her face. So last night had not been a dream after all. Robyn really had been the first girl to stay the night. The Baron did not want to disturb her by getting up, so he lay reliving the previous night in his head as he waited for her to awake.

Not long afterwards, Robyn rolled over, finding herself on top of the Baron, and opened her eyes in surprise.

"Oh," she said.

"Oh," he replied, smiling.

"Good morning, your Lordship," she said, sleepily.

The Baron wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, enjoying the feel of her body against his.

They lay there cuddled up for some time, before Robyn spoke again.

"I need to be going," she sighed reluctantly. "My family will be expecting me."

The Baron suddenly panicked.

"Oh - you didn't call them to tell them you were staying! They must be frantic wondering where you are!"

Robyn giggled.

"I think they'll guess what's happened," she smiled.

"Really?" the Baron asked, surprised.

"The whole village will have been round by now, checking I didn't come home," she said, rolling her eyes.

The Baron didn't really like the idea of the whole village knowing that Robyn and he had lost their virginity to each other the previous night.

"Do you think... they'll be pleased?" he asked. A good baron always thinks about making his people happy. Doesn't always do anything about it, but thinks about it. Much better than them turning up at the manor with burning torches.

"Of course," Robyn responded, looking a little coy, clearly herself a bit embarrassed about her sex life being the main subject of discussion in the village.

"For you or for me?" the Baron asked.

"For me, of course," Robyn replied, a little bit too quickly.

"And for you!" she quickly added. "They were getting a bit worried about whether you'd ever... you know..."

The Baron lay there in silence, contemplating the implications of Robyn's revelation. What did the townsfolk worry about? That he'd never sleep with a girl? Or that he'd never find a wife? Would they consider both problems solved now? He needed some time to think about it.

"OK, well, we need to get you your certificate," the Baron said, changing the subject.

Even female peasant had to get her certificate proving she'd offered her virginity to the Baron. It was written into law. Despite the fact that the offer was just a tradition now, the certificate was important, as a woman could not get a job, a travel permit, or even get married unless she could present such a certificate amongst her identity papers.

"Yeah," Robyn sighed, looking a bit disappointed at the change of subject.

"I have to be 'presented' to Arnold, don't I?" she said, a little reluctantly.

The Baron gave her a look of surprise. How did she know about that?

In the days of the Baron's ancestors, peasants would not stay the night. Instead, after the peasant had given her maidenhood to the baron, he would parade her naked through his manor, taking her to his chief official. Officially this was intended to provide a witness to the fact that the maiden had complied with her legal obligations, but in reality it was an opportunity for the baron to show off his conquest, as well as one of the few perks of working as chief official.

The Baron did not want to embarrass Robyn, nor did he really want to let his chief official see her body. But tradition was tradition, and Robyn had specifically asked.

The Baron stood up and headed for the door. Robyn, still covered up in the bed, gave him a quizzical look.

"I don't think he'll want to see you naked!" she exclaimed.

As the Baron walked back to get some clothes, he noticed Robyn looking him up and down, enjoying seeing his nakedness. It felt weird for her to be able to see him naked when she was keeping her body covered up. But he knew that the roles would be reversed soon.

Having thrown on some relatively casual clothes as quickly as he could, he looked over to Robyn, who reluctantly disentangled herself from the sheets and revealed her beautiful body again. Robyn kept her hands by her side, leaving her body completely exposed for the Baron's eyes to explore.




Right of First Night



The Baron headed off through the manor, Robyn following him. He knew that Arnold would be in his office, working on the mountains of paperwork that the job entailed. On arriving outside his office door, the Baron looked at Robyn who looked nervous, but had kept her hands by her sides. The Baron knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Arnold, a fifty something tall slim man who was always exquisitely turned out greeted the Baron with a smile, then a look of mild surprise replaced it as he noticed Robyn standing there in the nude. Robyn's arms could not keep themselves pinned to her side any more, and suddenly one hand went over her crotch and the other arm over her chest.

Arnold admitted the two into his room, keeping his eyes at face height, determinedly not looking at Robyn's body.

"Hello Robyn," he said, formally.

"Hello Arnold," she replied.

Arnold had been chief official to the Baron's father for many years, and had therefore known Robyn since she was young, when she had come to the manor with her mother. It must have been strange for him to see her standing there as a fully grown, fully formed woman in all her naked glory.

"Robyn and I slept together last night," the Baron said, to fill the silence.

"Yes, I had come to that conclusion," Arnold replied, a slight smile on his face.

"So now I have to bring her to you, as my witness," the Baron continued.

"I am aware of the tradition," Arnold said, maintaining his usual formality.

Robyn, sensing Arnold's discomfort, suggested a compromise.

"How about if I just show you my boobs?" she suggested, shyly. This was clearly as awkward for her as it was for him.

The official paused then said, "that would seem to be a sensible resolution."

Robyn took a deep breath, then let her arm fall, her hand joining her other in keeping her crotch concealed.

Both Arnold's and the Baron's eyes moved down to Robyn's bare chest. The Baron tore his eyes away to look at Arnold, a man who had given up the opportunity to take a wife himself out of a sense of duty to his masters. A smile had crossed his face, pleasure at a perfect pair of breasts being displayed especially for him.

Eventually Arnold broke his gaze and returned it to Robyn's face, as did the Baron. Robyn was bright red by now, but still smiling. Robyn had always been fond of Arnold, and the Baron suspected she was pleased to have put a smile on his face.

"I need the certificate for Robyn," the Baron said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, of course," Arnold replied.

He picked an ornate scroll up from his desk, and offered it to the Baron.

"It just needs your signature, your Lordship," he said.

The Baron took the offered pen, his eyes scanning down the document he had seen so many times before. Only the name and date were ever different. Except...

"On the aforesaid date, the aforementioned peasant, Miss Robyn Briggs, of 5 Main Street, Oldtown, in the manorship of his most excellent Lordship, the Baron York, did present herself to the aforementioned Baron, and offer to render to him her maidenhood, and such offer was accepted and her maidenhood claimed, and in accordance with the law the aforementioned peasant shall heretoforth be regarded and in all other respects as a woman subject to the rights and duties attendant thereto."

Well, that was certainly different to the usual wording, which recorded that the peasant had offered her maidenhood but that it had been declined. The Baron could imagine the look on the faces of people to whom Robyn was required to present the certificate, and felt rather embarrassed for Robyn that the date and nature of her first time would be recorded in her official documents forever.

"But... how...?" he asked, wondering if the ever efficient Arnold always prepared both versions of the certificate just in case.

Arnold looked from the naked Robyn to the Baron and back again. Then Robyn and Arnold burst out laughing.

"What?" the Baron asked, confused.

"It has always been obvious to me that there is only one girl for you," Arnold said, still laughing. "I have been counting down the days until today for a long time."

The Baron felt rather left out. Robyn, the whole village, and even Arnold, seemed to have known that last night would happen. Only the Baron had been in the dark. Or had he, really?

The Baron hastily signed Robyn's certificate, and handed it to her. She read through it herself, and seemed delighted with it.

"Well, we'd better get you some clothes on!" the Baron exclaimed, taking a quick look at Robyn's body whilst he still had the chance.

Robyn headed out the door, and the Baron went to follow her. As he did, Arnold came close to him and whispered "you have the perfect girl there - now don't fuck it up!"

The Baron looked at Arnold, shocked. He'd never heard Arnold swear. But Arnold had gone back to his desk and picked up some papers, pretending that nothing had been said.

"Don't worry, I won't," the Baron assured him quietly.

The Baron took Robyn back to his room and went to retrieve her clothes for her. She dressed, and he showed her to the front door himself. The goodbyes were slightly awkward, but short. The village was only a short walk away, and Robyn set off down the long driveway, heading for home.

Relationships between the aristocracy and peasants were totally out of the question. They couldn't work. It would be a scandal. It was best he let her disappear back to her people, just as he had so many girls before her (though of course they had not stayed the night).

She didn't look back.

"Robyn?" the Baron called.

She turned, looking a little apprehensive.

"There's... there's a ball at Baron Lancaster's tonight. I've... got nobody to go with. What... are you doing anything this evening?" he shouted to her.

She smiled possibly the widest smile he'd even seen.

"What time do I need to be here?" she asked, trying and failing to keep her voice steady.

"About 7?" he said, his spirits leaping.

"I'll be here," she smiled, and disappeared off down the driveway, almost skipping.

The Baron returned to his room, and took down the declaration from the wall. He'd heard that some barons turned a blind eye to the rules these days, just sent the certificate out by post. Tradition is all well and good, but there comes a time when you have to leave these things in the past, move on into the future. And right now, the future seemed pretty good.



Right on Time!



"Well hello my love! How was work?"

Shocked after walking in the door seeing you naked sprawled out on the couch. Trying to hide my smile as I notice your hand slowly and softy stroking your hard cock.

"Wow, work was... Who cares? What is this? Were you waiting on me? Fuck you are so cute. You - me - bedroom now."

Walking right past you peeling my clothes of as I walk down the hallway. Stepping aside as you go to walk past me. But instead you push me up against the door, grabbing my waist and pressing my body against yours. 

Grabbing my hips sliding your hands down to my ass, as mine run up your back to take your neck and face in my hands, kissing you long and passionate. Feeling your desire as your fingers start to make quick work of my tiny little clit.

"Not so fast... You waited all this time for me to get home, and now you want to rush?"

"I need you, I want you. The waiting was torturous but you..."

"Shh,' covering my mouth with yours for a brief minute, 'Mmm lay down, let me take care of you."

Crawling on the bed centering my body over yours leaning down to kiss your lips one more time, letting my lips linger on yours. Moaning softly, tasting your mouth and tongue. Feeling weightless as I pull away.

"Mmm Fuck, you are so Very Sexy!" I say as I move to center myself between your solid thighs. Rubbing my hands down your chest, letting my fingernails scrape as my hand moves to the long hard cock twitching at me, begging for attention from my lips.

Taking your hard cock to my lips; licking the bit of precum dripping from your tip, licking from your balls to head all the way around and down your shaft. Licking and flicking softly at your cockhead, holding your balls in my hand; slowly rubbing them with my thumb. 

Sucking softly on your cockhead, before taking your every inch into my mouth savoring you. Stroking the underside of your balls softly, applying firm pressure. Stroking your cock with my tongue and lips fast and hard. 

Moving my mouth to your balls, kissing and licking them. Pushing your thighs out to the side wide; rubbing your asshole with my thumb, while still slowly stroking your long cock. I begin to lick you from your ass to your balls, sliding my tongue into you and back out again. Sliding one finger very slowly into your ass. 

Taking your cock back to my lips; stroking you firm and slow, pushing my finger deep inside you twirling it as I pull it out again. Licking your shaft as I finger you, feeling your ass begging for more. Feeling how your ass clenches on my finger tight, I hold it there rubbing inside right behind your tight hole.

Stroking your cock with my mouth quickly as I stroke your balls with my fingertips. Suddenly you grab my arms and pull my face to yours, kissing me more. Rolling me on my back as you push my thighs wide apart, pushing my feet into the headboard hard. 

Looking at me, staring into my eyes smiling, as you slowly start licking my pussy. Slipping your tongue between my lips and dragging it all the way down to my tight ass, licking around it, then dragging your tongue back up to my clit.

Sucking, softly on my clit, taking it inside your lips; flicking it quickly with your tongue. Nibbling at it hard with your teeth, as you begin to slip two fingers deep inside me. Pushing your fingers in all the way to your knuckles, slowly pulling them back out.

Tapping at my clit with your fingers, rubbing hard and fast, as your tongue pushes inside of my wet pussy. My fingers running through your short dark hair. Pulling handfuls of it softly as you bury your face into my pussy harder.

Clawing at my thighs lifting my hips off the bed pushing myself harder against your stubbly chin. Moaning loud as I begin clawing at the sheets. Feeling my dam break and my river being unleashed, flowing hard from me onto your waiting tongue. Letting ecstasy wash over me as my body settles back down into the bed. 

Looking at me, longingly as you take my lips to yours closing your eyes, kissing me; letting me taste my remnants on your lips and tongue. Grabbing my legs and hooking them on your shoulders you bury your cock into me.

Slipping it quickly and easily inside as it pushes deeper and deeper into me. Holding and stroking my thighs, as I lift my ass off the bed and start gyrating on your steady cock. Getting lost in lost in the love and lust written on your face. Reading your features as I slowly fuck you, titling my hips up and down as I thrust your cock very deep inside. 

Spinning my hips in slow circles, as your balls press hard against my ass. Feeling them massaging me, as you begin to thrust yourself hard into me, overcome by your desires. Holding my thighs very tight, rubbing your prickly face against them as you start to bite them, softly nibbling my soft hot flesh.

Pushing my thighs off your shoulders wide to the sides, laying your chiseled chest on mine. Taking my breasts in your hands squeezing them as you thrust very quickly, deeply but gently into my quivering pussy, clenching on to your cock tightly. 

Sucking my nipples hard, biting them softly, my hands wildly stroking your face and hair as my body shakes beneath you. Moaning loudly, crying out as your lips cover mine. Rocking our bodies against one another as your tongue dives in and out of my mouth. 

Your hands under my hips grabbing my ass tightly, as you push harder and deeper into me with each rapid thrust. Hearing your grunting as you take my hands above my head, our fingers entwined together as you bury your face into my neck.

My face pressed hard against your head, as I cry out next to your ear. "Oh fuck Baby, I'm going to cum for you, Oh Yes!!" Holding your ass tight as you respond...

"Mmm yes, I'm cumming for you." Kissing me so passionately as you spill your warm load deep inside of me. Holding my hands very tightly as your thrusts stop only holding yourself deep within my swollen walls, until you have given me your last drop.

Laying your body next to mine, holding me tight as you place a single kiss upon my nose. Looking me in the eyes as you say;

"Welcome home my love!"



Right Over There



"I'm going to fuck you in that bathroom over there's slut." He hisses, chuckling, into your ear. One hand rests on your hip and the other is gripping your ass as he guides you forward. "You're going to get your cunt fucked in a mall bathroom, how does that make you feel?" He asked, moving his mouth to bite at your neck.

You feel yourself shiver as his hands and mouth play over your skin. His hand on your ass feels so heavy, so important. It's gripping the urge of your ass and pressing down while his fingers are roaming over and against the crack of your ass. Then his hand stops and you make a small noise in the back of your throat of disproval. But then moan because his hand pushes up the fabric of your skirt, bunching it at your waist and putting your dark purple panties on display as his hand now massages and toys with your ass directly over your underwear.

"What if-huh-what if someone sees?" You say through a moan, his other hand now gripping your breast instead of your hip.

"Then good." He laughed, curling one finger so that his knuckle was pressing against your asshole instead of his finger tip and walking around and past so many strangers. So many people who can see how filthy you're being with him. His semi-erect cock is an obvious presence against your thigh and you're gasping for breath. 

He's all over you; everywhere.

Your hands fumble outward as you near the bathroom door and pull it out. 

He pushes you in.

The bathroom is simple enough; three white sinks to the right with four urinals next to them and then three stalls next to that. It stank though; the smell of piss and sweat was rancid and a thin layer of cheap air freshener hung stale as well. 

He lifts you in the air by your hips and pushes you on the sink to the right; the one designed for smaller kids and at the right hight for his cock to go into your cunt.

Your skirt tears but you don't know where and he pulls it down. You're moaning; the cold faucet of the sink is pressing against your ass through those thin purple underwear and his mouth is crushing yours in a kiss.

The mirror was covered in a layer of grime; you knew because your back was pressed against it as his fingers tore off the top buttons of your shirt and pulled it off you. His other hand pushes two fingers into your wet mound through your panties and you gasp; you feel your insides spreading for him, stretching against his intruding fingers, and only then does he break the kiss. You're sucking in air because you don't know if you're getting enough or not.

His teeth are heavier then expected as they bite the soft skin of your neck. The hand without fingers in your wet cunt squeeze one of your breasts and he smashes his palm against the hard pink flesh of the nipple there. Your back hits against the mirror again. 

His fingers are rough and heavy inside of you; you feel your pleasure rise and jump inside of you. It's shaking just like you are when he pulls his wet fingers out and drag your panties off. He puts them in the sink under you. He licks his lip, smirking at the site of your cunt with its wisp of dark hair. 

"Ready to get your little mound fucked?" He asked though even if you hadn't nodded you're not sure he would have stopped then. It just makes you squirm more. 

His cock is long and thick. The foreskin is pulled back already and now he's very hard; you can see the veins and the pre-cum decorating his lower head. But you don't get to gaze for long; he doesn't really wait before pushing it into you.

Your teeth clamp down on his shoulder to stop from screaming as his cock rams into your tight cunt. Your insides split and you feel like your breaking. You're filled with him because in seconds his free hand grips your throat to push you off his shoulder. As he's starting to thrust into you he pushes harder then he expected and your head hits against the mirror and his lips crash into yours and his tongue claims your mouth for his.

Your head is ringing with a dull throb in the back but also from some deep seeded pleasure you've been begging for. You're rocking on this sim and hoping it doesn't fall off as he pound roughly into your mound and the head of his cock hits against your clit now.

It's all you can do to not bite down on his tongue in your mouth. The would be scream turns to rippling all throughout your body causing your ass to beat against the hard metal of the faucet. And it feels like you're getting fucked from all three holes; his tongue is rough, his cock is large, and the faucet is hard against your pale ass. Squirming doesn't describe the way you're moving.

And then the pleasure inside of you is bursting and popping all throughout you. It's a ripple effect and shakes every inch of your body as your cum seems to drench his cock inside of you and gets on your thighs and the sink. "Oh fuck, oh my god." You yell, your head leaning against the mirror once again. It's hard to breath. Only then do you release he broke the kiss and he's smirking like the cat that got the damn canary. You feel drenched in cum and then he cums as well; his cum is hot and thick and you almost jump as he fills you with it. It's everywhere in your insides it seems.



Right Place, Right Time



It was December, and in case anyone didn't know that, all they had to do was look out the window to know. The sky was grey and cold, the trees were bare, and snow covered the tops of everything. The furnace was on in Lana's place, and she kept it so warm she didn't even need more than a sheet and a blanket, but just looking outside into the morning gave her a chill.

Lana was not one to get depressed just by a season, but she found herself really missing her favorite part of the year, summer. She knew a big reason for that now was because she was going through her first winter since she had broken up with her husband. The divorce was going surprisingly smooth and fast, and in a few months Lana would be going into her favorite season as a single woman again, and that was more than enough to keep her excited throughout the winter and spring. At 33, she felt she still had a lifetime ahead of her, and she planned to use it much more carefully than she had before.

Lying in bed, naked under the covers, Lana stared out the window at those empty gardens and snow-covered trees and remembered the last summer fling she'd had before serious relationships had started to take over...

She was 18, and barely that. Leftovers of the birthday cake Lana's friend's had shared with her was still at home in her parent's fridge. Her 13 year old sister Claire was probably snaking on the rest of it right now, Lana thought, but she didn't care anyway. It was June, summer was in full swing, and all Lana could think about was what the next couple months would bring her. High school was over, college would begin at the end of August, but until then Lana didn't even have to work during the break. She had worked two jobs last summer, and her dad was rewarding her this summer by paying her to take it off. The days were hers.

As cool as her dad was about money, he was not so cool about plenty of other things, but they were things he couldn't control now that she was 18, had a car of her own, and had been accepted into a good college. She still lived under his roof, but he couldn't keep an eye her all the time, and with Claire entering the teen years, he didn't have time to.

That was why, as Lana entered the local garden store that day, she was wearing heels, shorts short enough to tease someone into trying to glimpse her butt cheeks, and a top that clung to her body everywhere except at her cleavage, which was open and easy to spot, Lana was sure, from across the store parking lot.

She didn't dress like this for any reason other than that it felt good. It felt good because these were the kind of clothes she was never allowed to wear before becoming a legal adult. They felt good because it was a steamy, humid 96 degrees outside, and the noon sun was blazing right overhead. And the clothes felt god because showing so much of herself after having to keep hidden for so long was an immense turn on for Lana.

As horny as the clothes, or lack of clothes, made her, Lana wasn't looking for sex. If she wanted that, she would've found somewhere better than the neighborhood lawn care store to show off. And besides, despite her dad's attempt to keep her "his little girl" Lana had had sex several times before, and she had no shortage of young men (or older, probably) willing to fulfill her needs should they arise.

No, Lana was just looking to go out and enjoy her new freedom in the sun. The fact that it made her horny was just a side effect.

The store was small on the inside, but she passed through it and went into the back, where the larger gardens were. There was no roof there, just lots of shelves of plants and sod and dirt and weed-killer. But mostly there were flowers, and it was because of those that Lana had chosen to come here. It was Monday, and on Mondays in the summer the garden store always had fresh displays of flowers that were so beautiful that people would often come just to see them. The displays were in the center of the outside area and arranged in a kind of maze, so people could almost literally become lost amidst a sea of flowers of every color. Lana loved to see the flowers, as did a lot of people, and in this small city, it was about as close to a botanical gardens as the citizens could get.

The crowd at the gardens on that Monday afternoon was small due to the heat, but the flowers were still there, and Lana was so excited about seeing them that she momentarily forgot about how good it felt to be wearing almost nothing in public. She took her time going through the maze of displays, trying her best to ignore the pounding sun and heat. Because Lana wasn't allowed to wear skimpy outfits before, parts of her were seeing sun that had never done so before outside of a swimming suit. She was still pale from the previous winter, and her white skin glistened from the healthy coating of suntan lotion she'd applied just before leaving the house.

Though she hadn't been out for very long, Lana checked her arms and legs out to see if they'd begun to tan yet. As she did, she caught a glimpse of a man a few yards behind her, facing her way. Lana didn't think anything of it until she turned around and looked in the direction he was looking to see what had caught his attention. But there was nothing really there. A nice display of annuals was right there next to her, but the guy had seemed to be looking more directly behind her, Lana thought.

Or was he looking at her?

A burn, the good kind, tickled up her spine as Lana realized he must have been checking her out. She didn't turn back to face him, but stayed with her back to him, thinking about what he could see. She knew she was attractive from her head to her toes, but this guy wasn't seeing her face. He could see her long, smooth legs supporting her tiny body and generous chest. Her ass looked great in those shorts, she knew, and the heels, though they weren't very high, only emphasized her form. Her long, blonde hair must have looked particularly bright in the sunlight.

Lana looked back to see if the guy was still there, and he was, but he wasn't looking directly at her anymore. He had sunglasses on now, and pretended to be reading a package of garden soil or something, but Lana could tell he was trying to watch her out the corner of his eye.

He was young, but looked older than her. Maybe 20. He was very handsome and had a good build, and even in his baggy khakis she could tell he had a nice ass. He had black hair and strong jaw, and though she couldn't see it now, as he pretended not to look at her, she felt confidence coming from him. Maybe it was the way he stood, or how he dressed so neatly despite the heat, what with the khakis and a long sleeved shirt and tie, but Lana was instantly attracted to him. She wished to God that he would look her way again so that, if for nothing else, she could enjoy the feel of his eyes fully on her.

But now she was staring, and he noticed, and so he did look up at her. It wasn't as thrilling with him wearing the sunglasses now, but then Lana saw his smile and nearly melted. She couldn't help but smile back. It was more than just a smile of friendliness, or approval. It was a smile that told her he was glad that she had noticed him, too, and because she had done it, he intended to do something about it.

He started walking toward her, and Lana didn't even realize right away that she was walking toward him, too. He casually looked down at a flower on his way to meet her, and Lana mimicked him, trying to communicate her own relaxed attitude. She didn't know what was coming over her. He was a handsome guy, sure. Even gorgeous. But he wasn't the hottest guy she'd ever seen. Why was she so drawn to him? It was confusing, sure, but the strangest part about it was that she didn't feel the least bit nervous. It was as if she were approaching a friend just to say hello.

But he wasn't just a friend, and this wasn't going to be just a hello. For in the heat of the summer sun, Lana's nipples grew erect. And then she felt a warm, subtle throbbing between her legs that had nothing to do with the weather.

When he was just a few feet away, the guy took off his sunglasses and revealed his green eyes. They may have been trying to tell Lana something, or nothing at all. But when she looked into them, Lana knew she wanted this man. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart skipped. She was so suddenly overwhelmed that she stopped walking. Or had she stopped walking because he was already right there? It didn't matter. The magical moment was fast becoming a miraculous one. Without saying a word, the two strangers understood each other completely. Lana had no idea how she read his face, or how he could read hers, but they both knew without a doubt what the other wanted, and what they were agreeing to when at last they smiled brightly to each other.

Lana offered her hand and he took it not to shake it, but to lead her away from the few people in the garden there were and to the outer area of the outside store, where big stacks of bagged wood chips and mulch and soil offered the couple more privacy. They started out walking slow, but excitement overcame them both, and by the time they got to the very back of the store they were running. Lana almost tripped in her heels and stumbled into a hiding spot that only fate could have provided. The stacks of soil and wood chips were arranged haphazardly here, the bags towering on wood pallet bases, and their position created a little hideout with one way in, and therefore only one way to see in. But everyone in the outside store was there to admire the flowers. No one was nearby. But if Lana was honest with herself, she wouldn't have stopped if there had been a crowd around them.

They didn't attack each other with their lust. As intense and odd as it was for these two to have gotten together like this, they were still strangers, and Lana at least still had some hesitation. Reality had to interfere at some point, she thought. But as the two looked at each other, breathing hard but saying no words, they seemed to come to an agreement about what to do. Lana was so aroused she imagined an orgasm could rock her at any moment.

The guy cleared his throat as he began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. "I'm Chris."

Lana's gasped with arousal, shuddering. It wasn't that he revealed his name that turned her on so much. It was that her first thought was to tell him she didn't care. This wasn't about starting a relationship. It was about a primal lust and an unbreakable connection between two people that was based entirely on the sex they were determined to have. It was cheap and naughty and wrong and empty, but oh, God it was hot.

Lana kept her eyes on Chris' chest as he stripped while she began to remove her own clothes. She might have taken off her top first, but the most important thing on her mind was feeding her pussy. She unfastened her short shorts and bent over to pull them down her legs, letting them lie on the floor, then stepping out of them with her heels still on. She was wearing no panties, and so already she was half nude. Chris could see her white thighs all they way up to where they joined at her beautiful young pussy, bare except for an expertly shaped strip of blonde fuzz above an already hard and extended pink clitoris. Lana leaned back against the stack of bagged wood chips and felt the cool plastic stick to the taut skin of her ass.

She was reaching for the bottom of her shirt to pull it up when Chris came to her, unfastening his pants as he did. She left her shirt alone and extended her arms to accept him, embracing him and kissing him at least has hard as he kissed her. Their tongues traded places, coiled and spun, their wet mouths growing wetter and their lips flush. He tasted fresh and cool even though the heat of his body against hers was exceptional. He wrapped his arms around her and palmed her ass with one of his hands. 

Lana feared he was going to delay freeing himself by feeling her up, but then he felt him below, hard and definitely in the flesh, somehow already free of his khakis and underwear. He felt huge, and because he was taller then she, Lana could feel his entire length as he pressed against her. His balls were big and full and hung against her clit. His shaft pressed into her tummy all the way up to her belly button.

Lana put a hand on him and found there was almost room for two, so she added her other as well. He was so hot to the touch there, and if she hadn't been so aroused Lana would've considered the burn of his skin painful. But in that moment she wanted only one thing more than feeling him against her, and that was to feel him inside her.

She maneuvered him down, poking his member between her thighs, all while still kissing him and sucking his tongue. She clamped her thighs around his cock, then rocked back and forth so her pussy could spread it's wetness over his rigid length. Then she reached for his shoulder to help prop herself up. He grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her, determined for the same goal. Lana was suddenly off her feet, her back resting against the bagged wood chips, and then the head of a huge, pulsing, unfamiliar penis was inside of her body.

She knew he was too big for her to encompass him quickly, so she clung to him to make sure gravity didn't sink her fully onto his cock right away. The result was so arousing and frustrating that she had to remind herself over and over again that speeding up wasn't an option. She needed patience, but she wanted him entirely. It seemed to take forever, but eventually his cock was in her as far as she could take him. Lana had grown so wet that by then he was properly lubed to begin thrusting into her right away. He rocked his hips fast and hard, drilling her with his cock as his hands still clenched her ass. Lana's feet swayed back and forth, hanging freely, still in heels, over the ground.

They both had to stop kissing just to keep breathing. The effort this guy was putting into it by lifting Lana fully and fucking her so hard was one thing, but he was also doing it outside in near 100 degree heat. The sun was directly overhead, causing him to expel a torrent of sweat. And even though Lana was doing less work, she was at least as tense and aroused, and she too was so hot that by the tenth stroke of that big cock up inside of her she was already dripping with sweat everywhere.

The heat of the day was obvious, and with all the sweat, it felt to Lana like they were melting. And yet her partner's dick was rock hard as it plowed into the soft yet firm core of her sex. Being outside like this, in a sunny, rather enclosed area where there was no breeze, would have been uncomfortable in any other situation. But Lana was far too excited to be lured away by a soft bed, a cool room, or even a shade tree. The heat of the moment wasn't just the sun and the summer. It was coming from them, and it was getting progressively hotter.

Lana had heard that by stifling one's breathing, sex could be intensified. She'd never tried it or even wanted to, but she was sure something like that was happing now. In the heat like this, every move they made was harder and harder. They were losing bodily fluids rapidly, and their strength was draining. But that only made the couple work harder to keep up their intensity. The guy hadn't slowed his thrusting even though she could feel his heart pounding dangerous fast and she could hear his breathing getting heavier and more desperate. She didn't stop him because the same thing was happening to her, and it only made the encounter all the more erotic.

Lana lifted her shirt up to give herself some more air, making sure to pull up her bra as well. Her large, round breasts spilled out, bounced, and glistened with sweat before the guy ducked down to replace it with his saliva. He sucked her salty boobs as vigorously as he fucked her pussy, and she enjoyed it almost as much. The sensation of his hot, soft, wet tongue literally dripping with hunger for her was a wonderful contrast to the rigid cock ramming her insides. She held his head to her, encouraging him to feed on her and throwing her head back in ecstasy when he lapped at her hard nipples.

She could have let him do this to her all day, but as hard as he was trying, Lana knew her guy was losing his battle with the heat. His breath was coming so hard and ragged now that he was growling with each gasp. He had been holding her up off her feet and fucking her vigorously for more than five minutes in this sun, and she knew he needed a break. 

It wasn't such a bad thing. She loved sucking cock, and she was looking forward to wrapping her lips around that thick pipe of his. But being fucked like this, so hard now that droplets of sweat were literally flinging from her jolting, thrusting body, was too difficult to give up. Lana wanted to tell him that he could stop and rest, but she couldn't get herself to say the words. She told herself he would stop when he wanted, and she should just let him go. 

But Chris was also losing strength fast. His hips pumped her as forcefully as ever, but he could no longer support her light weight. Her feet were on the ground for the first time since he took her, and he had taken his hands from her ass to her hips. Lana had to squat and spread her legs to give him the best access to her pussy so he could keep fucking her in his new stance. This brought her chest too low for him to suck, so he relinquished that part of her and stood straight, still fucking with every last ounce of energy he had, but now it was his chest and hard abs that were in Lana's face.

He was not ripped like some model, but he had a hard, smooth body, and the streams of sweat only accented the sight for her. She leaned to him and kissed and licked his abs, his pecs, and his nipples. She tasted his sweat as he had tasted hers, but it was the act of being so totally unbound that was the real turn-on. She couldn't hold herself back. She was soon making out with this stranger's chest, and it was enough to send her as close to orgasm as she'd been thus far.

But then Chris was close, too, or at least that was what Lana guessed when he put a hand into her blonde hair, now wet with perspiration, and pulled her to him. He leaned down and, still fucking her like a madman, kissed her with ultimate intensity. This was not a beautiful, lover's kiss, but a wild, savage mauling in which both of their tongues were the predators and the prey. Lana's breath was dangerously labored already, but she held it back as much as she could during the kiss. Meanwhile, between her legs, a time bomb was ticking away it's final seconds, and Lana shuddered violently in anticipation.

But Chris came first. He growled into their kiss and somehow thrust into Lana's sopping cunt harder than ever before. He poured himself into her, and Lana felt the cum blast so hard and so thick that she wondered if his load might have broken world records. It seemed like it was filling her whole body, and both the sensation of that and the thought pushed her over the edge and deep, deep into orgasm.

She went wild, attacking him with her own ferocious kiss, trying to consume him from the tongue on down. She couldn't help but gasp and cry out occasionally, but the kiss never stopped. Lana's body shook uncontrollably, and she fucked her hips against him as hard as he had done to her. She ran her hands up and down his body, making contact with as much skin as possible, relishing in the hot slippery touch.

When she finally began to return to the reality of the moment, Lana found herself on top of Chris, who was on his back on the concrete. Fortunately their bodies had provided shade on the area long enough to allow the ground to cool, otherwise Chris probably would have had scalded his butt on the hot pavement. As it was, however, he let her lay upon him, still inside of her and still hard, and she was still fucking him even as the white passion he'd already flooded her with oozed out from her pussy and drained across his hips. Lana's sweaty tits pressed tight against Chris's firm, sweaty chest, and both of their nipples were still hard. Chris rested a hand on her tight, slippery ass, slowly running his fingers along the outside of her crack.




Right Place, Right Time



I saw her as I left the store—she looked frustrated. Her car was parked next to mine, and I glanced over at her while I put my groceries in the trunk. She looked fairly young—maybe eighteen or nineteen. She was slender but not thin—she had a build more like an athlete and less like a model. Her dirty-blonde hair fell a few inches below her shoulders and the legs that protruded from beneath her miniskirt were smooth and creamy. The top few buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of cleavage.

"Can you help me?"

I looked up from my trunk. She was looking at me. "Sure. What do you need?" I walked around to the driver's side door and opened it.

"My car won't start—can you give me a ride home—it's not far." Her voice was light and slightly nervous.

"I can do that—hop in." I unlocked the passenger door as I got in the car, and she got in too. Her skirt rode up just a little as she sat down. Now, it barely concealed her panties. Her legs looked gorgeous.

"It's just a few miles down the road to the left," she purred. "Thanks for doing this for me."

"It's no problem," I answered. We drove on in silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I stole a glance down her blouse, admiring the way her bra concealed her small, but pert breasts. 

"My apartment's in here," she said, pointing off to the right. I turned where she pointed and followed further directions until we were in front of her building. "Thanks for the ride," she said. "I hate to ask, but can you do me another favor?"

"That depends on what it is."

"Well," she looked at her shoes, "this is so embarrassing, but I need someone to take some pictures."

"What kind of pictures."

"Well, after I graduated, I wanted to go to L.A. and become an actress or maybe a model. But I'm a little camera-shy, so I wanted to practice getting my picture taken. But getting a professional costs a fortune. And I don't want to ask anyone at school—word travels too fast."

"I guess I could do that for you. When would be good for you?"

"I think now would be good." There was something in her voice that really got me excited. I started wondering how she'd look sitting on a sofa with all her clothes on the floor in front of her.

She broke into a smile. "Great. Follow me." She started walking towards her building. This led her up a flight of stairs, which allowed me to admire the way her skirt clung tightly to her thighs and ass. And near the top of the stairs, she bent down to pick up a newspaper, giving me a glimpse of her panties. They were plain white. But I did notice a small wet patch. I couldn't believe my luck—she was getting turned on by the idea of having her picture taken.

She unlocked her apartment and we both walked in. It was a pretty typical apartment: sparsely furnished but elegant. A small kitchen table, a sofa facing a living room with a television, and a hall that presumably led to a bedroom and bathroom.

"How do you want this to work?" I asked.

"Well..." She paused for a minute. "I have a camera in my bedroom—I'll be right back." I watched her as she walked down the hall and into her room. She returned in a minute carrying a small camera. "It's not great, but it'll do—I'm less interested in the pictures, and more interested in getting used to being photographed."

I took the camera from her hand and looked at it. It was simple enough. "Why don't you sit down on the couch?"

She walked over and sat down. She crossed her legs and held her arms close to her sides with her hands on the sofa cushions beside her. She looked really good. I took a couple pictures of her.

"You look great," I said. She smiled. I took a few more pictures of her.

"Do I?" she asked. "You really think so?" There was a playful tone in her voice.

"Hmm." I looked her up and down, enjoying being able to check her out with impunity. "You look pretty good. But I bet you'd look hotter if you unbuttoned your blouse a bit."

"What now?" She sounded a little indignant.

"I'd love to see a little more of you," I joked. "Plus, if you want to be a model, you need to get used to showing off your body."

She thought about that for a minute. "That makes sense," she said. "For now, let's pretend we're on a photo shoot; I'll pose how you want me to."

"Okay. Why don't you start by unbuttoning one more button from the top, and several from the bottom—that'll leave you just one."

I watched as she slowly followed my request. She looked a little apprehensive. I took a few photos while she was doing it, just for fun.

"Good," I said. "Now open your blouse a bit so I can see you tummy."

She did that too. I took a few more pictures. She looked really good—her tummy was taught and smooth, and we waist curved just slightly in. Dirty thoughts started to go through my mind—just how far would she go? I decided to find out.

"Now unbutton the last button and open your blouse a little more."

She hesitated a little, and then half-heartedly she unbuttoned the last button, revealing a plain, white bra. But she stopped there, with an uncomfortable look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I just feel a little exposed, that's all."

"Here, let me help." I took a step or two over to her, and laid the camera on the sofa beside her. Then I gently opened her blouse little by little to expose her breasts. My hand brushed one of them, and even through the bra, it felt wonderfully smooth. I heard her sigh every so slightly.

"There—that looks really sexy." I picked up the camera and started taking pictures again."

"How are the pictures coming out?" she asked.

"I think they're going to be pretty good. Should I keep going?"

"Sure. What do you want me to do next?"

"I think you should lose your skirt. There aren't too many things hotter than a woman with an open blouse and just panties."

"I guess I can do that." She stood up and unzipped her skirt. I could barely contain my excitement—I was in the living room of a beautiful college freshman and she was taking her clothes off for me. As her skirt slid to the floor and she stepped out, I took a few more pictures and admired her long legs. I could see that the damp patch on her white panties (the one I'd noticed earlier) had grown.

"Why don't you sit down and cross your legs," I suggested. When she did, I took a couple more pictures. This was great, but I wanted more. I walked over to her and slid her blouse off of her shoulders. It hung on her arms, her pert breasts still concealed in the white bra. As I moved the blouse, I brushed her breast with my hand—gently, but still obviously on purpose. I watched for a reaction. She didn't move away or try to stop me, so I stroked her cheek and ran my hand down her neck, over her chest, and between her breasts down over her tummy and gently pulled her panties before letting them snap back. (I took advantage of the situation to sneak a peak underneath). Then I stepped back and took a few more pictures.

"What else do you want me to do?" she asked.

I couldn't tell her that I wanted her to rip off her clothes and then get on the floor and suck my cock, and then I wanted to bend her over the sofa and fuck her brains out. So I said: "I think you should take off your blouse the rest of the way—maybe your bra too."

"I don't think I'm comfortable doing that."

I stepped forward to the sofa and knelt down in front of her. I leaned forward and gently stroked her hair and started sliding her blouse further off her arms.

"I'll help you then," I said quietly. I touched her cheek gently and ran my hands down her neck and over her shoulders, slipping her bra straps off. She cooperated—sliding her arms out of her blouse and out of the bra. I let my hands wander down from her shoulders until they rested on her breasts. I fondled them for a minute, watching an expression of contentment grow on her face. Then I firmly slid my hands under her bra, pushing it down and out of the way. She reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting it fall into her lap. I squeezed her breasts gently and took a couple steps back.

"See—that wasn't so bad," I teased. I took a few pictures. "Why don't you finish up?" She looked at me questioningly. "How 'bout you take your panties off too."

She thought about it, and then reached down and slid her panties to the floor. Her naked body was breathtaking. Her hair hung down over her shoulders, almost concealing her breasts. Her tummy was taught, and her waist flared beautifully into her hips. She had a cute stripe of hair over her pussy, and her thighs were smooth and inviting.

I took some pictures (although it almost wasn't worth keeping up that pretense anymore). Then I knelt down in front of her again and started running my hands up and down her legs, massaging her thighs. She let out a sigh of pleasure.

"That feels so good," she murmured. My hands continued moving, each time stopping a little higher. Finally, I brushed her pussy. She sighed again. "More..." she cooed. I obliged. I stroked her gently, teasing her clit. I ran my other hand up her body, pausing to pinch her nipple. She squealed. My hand continued up her shoulders and neck, ending at her cheek.

She turned her head slightly and began sucking my finger. As she sucked, my other hand began teasing her clit more vigorously. She started to moan. I slid my finger into her slit and started teasing her. Watching and feeling her suck my finger was making me incredibly hard. I slid my finger inside her. Her moaning increased. I pulled my finger out of her mouth and ran my hand back down to her breasts.

I could feel her legs tense up. Her eyes closed and she let her head fall back to rest on the back of the sofa. Her pussy tightened around my fingers as I slid them in and out. Her moans were almost yells now. She was about to cum. I used my other hand to play with her clit. That pushed her over the edge. She squealed in pleasure, and her legs tried to clamp together on my hand.

"Wow," she whispered. "That was amazing. I've never felt like that before."

"You've never had a boyfriend make you feel like that?" I was amazed—she'd been so willing to take her clothes off; there was no way she was a virgin.

"In high school, my parents were really protective—I never managed to be alone with a guy before."

"So, what do you know about guys?" 

"Not much," she said, sitting up. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her. She looked up at me. "Maybe you could help me out?" There was a very suggestive tone to her voice.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." She slid her hand up my leg to my crotch.

"I like where you're going with that," I said, teasingly. "What are you going to do next?"

"Actually," she confessed. "I really have no idea what to do next. Maybe you could show me?"

"I can do that. But you have to promise to follow my instructions exactly."

"Okay." She smiled. "I promise."

"Good. You can start by unzipping my pants."

She didn't waste any time. She started with my belt and then unsnapped my jeans. The zipper was next. I helped her ease my pants off. I guided her hand back to my cock. She started massaging it gently. I felt myself getting really hard, so I slid my underwear to the floor too.

She hesitated. "What now?" I could see the wheels turning in her head—she was thinking about where my cock could end up. She started stroking it gently.

I started running my fingers through her hair. I grabbed a handful of it near the roots and started pulling her head towards my lap. "Now you should put it in your mouth." For a brief moment she looked shocked, but she didn't have time to say anything before my cock slid into her open mouth. So she started sucking. I guided her head up and down, still grasping her hair.

"That feels really good," I said. "Are you sure you haven't done this at all before?"

She tried to answer, but my hand prevented her from getting my cock out of her mouth. The feeling of her mouth and lips surrounding my cock was wonderful. I was getting harder and harder. I knew I couldn't last much longer, and as much as I wanted to cum in her mouth, I wanted something else more. I pulled her head out of my lap and let go of her hair. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"What did you think about that?" I started running a hand up and down her body, pausing to play with her clit and fondle her breasts.

She didn't say anything. I decided not to give her a chance. I started laying her down beside me on the sofa. I lifted her leg over my head so she was now straddling me and lying flat on her back. Her pussy was very exposed. She looked so inviting. I almost came just thinking about her long legs wrapped around me.

I removed my shirt and lay down almost on top of her. She put her arms around me, and opened her legs even more. I slid my cock inside her just a bit. She tensed up at first but then relaxed and started moaning again. I slid deeper inside, enjoying the warmth; she felt so tight. Her moaning got louder and I started sliding in and out, pushing a little further each time. She wrapped her legs around my, pulling me closer. I pushed all the way in, filling her completely. 

She gasped and moaned loudly. "YES, oh that feels SO good." I felt her tightening around my cock. That pushed me over the edge. I came, shooting a load deep inside her. I kept thrusting, enjoying the feeling. Evidently it felt good to her too. She squealed and dug her fingernails into my back. I slowed down and came to a stop savoring the feeling of warmth surrounding my cock.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

She sighed. "Mmmmm," she cooed in my ear. "That was great."

I slid out of her and helped her sit up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I started getting dressed, enjoying the view of her still naked body. As I got up I removed the card from the camera—the pictures were too good to lose. "Good luck with the acting thing." 

"Thanks," she replied. "Where are you going?"

I ignored the question as I walked out the door. What an afternoon!



Right Place, Right Time



Lana looked deeply into his eyes. He smiled weakly. And then she kissed him again, slower this time, but no less needful.

There was no telling how long she would've stayed on him like that, or what else Lana would've done. The sun was punishing, and she feared getting a burn on her ass with Chris' hand print, but the thing that finally got Lana up and off her sudden lover were the voices coming from elsewhere in the garden. Somebody was close.

With amazing calm, or maybe they were too tired and drained to move fast, Lana and Chris got up and dressed in silence. They exchanged friendly smiles now and then, and even kissed once more right after they had fully composed themselves, though it was only a peck on the lips. The clothes they'd shed were amazingly free of dirt and grime, but the clothes they'd kept on were heavy and dark with sweat. And despite how calm they behaved as they finally exited their little hideout, there wasn't a person on earth who could have looked directly at them and missed the "just fucked" look on their faces. 

Fortunately for Chris and Lana, they were able to duck out of the store virtually unnoticed. They left through the same exit, but it was there that they parted. This time they didn't even have to read each others faces to know what the other wanted. It was like a sixth sense. Lana didn't know why she was okay just letting him go like that, and she was sure he felt the same way about her. But the sense of having shared that moment dominated her thoughts. It was if what they had done just wouldn't be the same if they tried to turn it into something else. And besides, how on earth could they ever repeat or top it?

Chris left for his car and for his life. And Lana went back to hers. She never saw or heard from him again. And somehow that was just right.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Lana, check out 'Lana and Claire Share Cock 1 and 2', 'I Want You to Fuck My Sister', and 'Cum Feast'.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Chris, check out 'Boardroom Presentation', and 'Entertaining the Guest'. 




Right Place, Wrong Time



It was a bright, sunny day. Probably about 100 degrees, maybe more. 19 year old Harry Gordon waded through the tall weeds in the dense forest. The smell of nature filled his nostrils, and sweat formed all over his muscular body, which was under a pair of denim jeans and a thin T-shirt. He wiped his forehead with his hand, and swept the short strands of brown hair sticking to his head. He was supposed to be meeting a friend deep in the forest, just down part of a cliff and a closed-in area where they could jerk each other off. Harry smiled as the thought came to his head. He'd only been that far with anyone, and was still a virgin despite over a year of trying. He wasn't necessarily scared of losing his virginity, he was just useless at hitting on other guys. However; just a few weeks before, Harry found out his friend was gay. After a few steamy make out sessions in the forest, they started to go below the belt. 

Harry felt more sweat building up, and his shirt started sticking to his skin, as well as various vegetation to latch onto him. The forest was extremely large, and it was easy to get lost, which was exactly what happened to him. He began to panic slightly, everything started to look the same. Harry took out his phone, and dialled his friend's number. As he put the phone to his ear, he slipped on a loose branch and fell down a steep hill. He hit the ground violently, his phone fell out of his hand and smashed onto the ground. Harry groaned in pain as he pushed himself off the ground. Dirt covered his face, arms and clothing, and a few cuts and grazes covered his body. He looked around him, everything still looked the same, except he could hear shuffling and a voice. It sounded like his friend! Harry followed the voice, quietly in order to scare him. The voice was getting louder, and Harry was becoming more hopeful. He turned the corner and found the voice. It wasn't his friend. It was (what definitely appeared to be) a homeless person. Greasy hair under a woolly cap and an old, dirty face staring into a magazine. A black, tattered coat over a hoodie, which covered a grey vest and dirty, navy tracksuit bottoms. Harry suddenly noticed the trousers were pulled down to his knees, and a gloved hand was wrapped around his hard cock, being 9 inches long and 6.5 inches girth. The magazine he was holding had a picture on the front of a naked woman, and the homeless man was jerking himself off aggressively. Harry's brown eyes widened in shock, and widened even further when the homeless man's eyes met his. 

"What the fuck you doin' here?!?" The homeless man growled. Then looked down at his filthy dick. "You like watching cock, eh?"

The homeless man smirked, and threw down his magazine. He shook off his coat and hoodie, then pulled out a rusty knife from his pocket. 

"I- I don't want any trouble..." Harry stammered, and raised his hands.

"Too late for that, boy." The homeless man said, and grabbed the frightened man. "You like what you see?" The homeless man forced Harry down to his knees, and slapped him in the face with his huge, dirty cock. The homeless man grabbed his shaft, and positioned his head between Harry's lips. He grabbed onto Harry's head and pushed his cock into his mouth. Harry gagged as the length brushed against his throat. His dick tasted like dried cum and dirt, and his hairy balls hit against Harry's chin. The homeless man's unkempt pubic hair scratched Harry's face, and he thrust his hips in and out of Harry's mouth.

"You know what you're doin'!" The homeless man groaned in pleasure, as Harry began to respond by swirling his tongue around the large manhood inside his mouth. "Keep doin' that! Good boy." 

Harry started to bob his head up and down on the homeless man's cock, and massaged his balls.

"You like daddy's cock, don't ya? You wanna feel my spunk run down your throat. You wanna swallow my spunk all up." The homeless man muttered, pushing his dick further down Harry's throat. He suddenly pulled his dick out of Harry's mouth. "Let me lay down!"

The man laid back down onto the grass, and pulled Harry's head down onto his eager manhood. Harry pushed his mouth further down onto the large cock, until he felt the man's pubic hair scratch his face. The homeless man pulled up his dirty vest, exposing his hairy torso. Harry looked up, and watched as the man teased his nipples ever so slowly. 

"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass." The homeless man stated, pushing Harry off of him. Harry shook his head violently, and the man glared at him.

"Fuck you say? Get on your fuckin' knees!" He demanded, grabbing Harry by the back of his sweaty neck and forcing him onto his hands and knees. Harry started to breathe heavily as the homeless man forced down his jeans, leaving his virgin hole only covered by his thin boxer shorts. The homeless man licked his lips in desire as he pulled the thin layer of clothing down, exposing Harry's firm ass. He gripped his ass-cheeks admiring his beauty.

"Yes." The man exhaled, pushing Harry's ass-cheeks apart, giving a full view of his tight hole. The man spat into his hand, and wiped the spit onto his opening. He pushed his index finger in, Harry letting out a pained groan. The man smirked, and twisted the finger inside of Harry's ass.

"I'm gonna tear you open with my monster-cock!" He jeered, pushing in another finger.

"Please... Don't do this!" Harry begged, fearful of being penetrated by something so big. The homeless pulled his fingers out, and positioned the head of his dick in front of the opening, pushing in slightly. 

"Too late, boy. It'll only hurt a little." The man reassured, and quickly pushed the head in. Harry moaned in pain and pleasure, digging his nails into the soft grass. The man pushed more in up to the shaft, then went balls deep. Slowly, he pulled out slightly, then back in. Soon he was pumping Harry's ass, gripping his waist. Harry discovered the pain went, and the pleasure was intense. A strange feeling filled him, He felt his own dick start to spray cum all over the ground. The man trembled inside of him, and came. Harry felt the warm liquid shoot through him and some drip from his hole. As soon as the man pulled out his now-flaccid dick from his ass, Harry pulled up his jeans and ran away. It may have been a frightening ordeal, but it took away any fear of anal sex. Although it was quite a scary thing to endure, he enjoyed it. Harry rushed around the forest to find his friend, trying not to get lost again. But secretly hoping to...



Right Shower



Debbie liked camping. At least, she liked most things about it. What she disliked were the communal showers and change rooms. She was a naturally modest and slightly shy young woman, and the idea of being naked around other people just bothered her slightly.

She was also worried that she'd enter the wrong ones. She done it once as a child and received quite a shock before bolting, hearing the laughter behind her. Ever since, she'd been very careful before entering communal showers or change rooms, checking the signs on the door every single time.

She also tried to pick times for showers when the places were relatively unoccupied. Right now she was relaxing under the shower, enjoying the hot water running over her. 

Debbie sighed slightly, hearing a noise from with the room. It appeared someone else had arrived, so she might as well get out, dried and dressed.

Stepping out she padded towards where she'd left her things and stopped abruptly. There were three men standing between her and her towel and clothes. Not only were they between her and her clothes, they were naked.

Appalled, Debbie could only stare for a moment, noticing with horror that the men were staring back with interest, and that their interest was being expressed by three rapidly rising erections.

Debbie made a quick grab for her towel but recoiled, seeing she'd have to press against one of the men to grab it.

"Excuse me, but you're in the wrong change rooms," she pointed out nervously. "This is the women's showers."

"And that, sweetheart, is what makes it the right shower for us," said one of the men. "It increases our probability of finding a young lady such as yourself, all undressed and waiting to entertain us."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," said Debbie valiantly. "Now please leave."

There was some chuckling at her brave words. 

"My, she's a polite one, isn't she?" said one of the men. "Sorry, honey, but we're not going anywhere for a while, and neither are you."

"If you don't leave I'll scream," she warned them, but quickly found the threat falling on not deaf, but unconcerned, ears.

"Listen, love," said the first man who'd spoken. "To scream, you'd have to take a deep breath. A punch to the stomach would make you lose that breath and would also be most unpleasant for both of us, so please don't spoil things by trying."

"This is ridiculous. You won't get away with it. Someone may come in at any moment."

"Unlikely. You seem to be the only one who uses this facility at this time of the day. That's why we knew you were just waiting for us to visit. Oh, yes. We also put up an out of service sign at the entry. Nobody will come until the sign's gone.

You're ours, love, for as long as we like, but you're in luck. We've got other things we have to do this morning, so we decided we'd just give you one good fuck each and let you go. 

Now the big questions? Are you going to fight or just acquiesce? You'll note I'm not insisting that you cooperate. If you want to fight, we'll subdue you quickly and painfully, and then have our fun. Much easier if you go along with us. OK?"

Face ashen, Debbie nodded. Rape was bad enough. She didn't need to get beaten up as well.

"Good girl. Now the second question. Do you have a favourite position you'd like us to use? We don't mind if you have any funny little quirks as long as you accept what we give you."

Debbie just stood mute, not knowing what to say. She didn't want sex with these maniacs at all, let alone want to pick a particular style.

"Well, you can't say we didn't offer. Last question. Which of us would you like to bonk you first?"

Pick who would rape her first? Were they truly crazy?

"No-one," she managed to gasp out. "Just go away."

There was more laughter. Then the spokesman approached her.

"Seeing you can't decide, I'll start the ball rolling. You can call me Adam."

Taking Debbie's arm, Adam turned her around to face the bench. Easing her closer to it, he urged her to bend over hand resting on the bench, while he kicked lightly at her ankles, making her spread her legs further apart. 

She saw a hand pass in front of her eyes and press firmly against her mouth. The hand left, but she could still feel pressure on her mouth. She tried to open it and started to panic when she couldn't. A pair of hand clasped her shoulders.

"Take it easy," she was told. "It's just some duct tape. We know you don't want to scream, but you just might by accident. The tape will protect you."

Fearfully Debbie tensed, waiting for what was about to happen. Assuming that Adam was holding her shoulders, then that thing pressing against her was his cock. Suddenly Debbie was wondering if she should have looked at them more closely, to see how big they actually were, as opposed to standing here wondering what was going to hit her.

She squeaked when a hand closed over her pussy, squeezing and playing with her. If the tape hadn't been on her mouth it would have been a full-blooded scream, but as it was she had to be content with a little squeak.

Fingers eased between her lips, probing gently. Then it started. Debbie felt her lips being stretch apart and something came between them. Not something, she thought. It's Adam's cock and he's going to hurt me.

A tear trickled down her face as she waited. And waited a little bit longer. And waited. What the hell was going on, she wondered. She found herself wriggling slightly, trying to ease the discomfort of Adam just pressing against her the way he was. She heard him laugh as she did so, and he slipped further into her.

Bastard, she thought, and resolved to stay still. Now she found there was a steady pressure within her as Adam started to edge into her. Debbie waited, knowing he'd give us his silly little games shortly and just take her. 

Adam kept up a slow and steady pressure, every so often pulling back slightly then returning to where he'd been and going a little deeper. Bit by bit he was penetrating Debbie, and like it or not, she was responding. She was nicely wet now, expecting him to go deeper, wanting him to go deeper, and Adam was quite happy to oblige. Eventually. 

Debbie could feel herself twisting slightly and pushing against the intruder. Lust was stirring within her under Adam's gentle torture, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Just how long was he going to take doing this?

Bit by bit, Adam advanced, and Debbie could hear a groan of satisfaction in her throat when she found that he was finally deep in her. Now the waiting was over and the real action would start, and her body, she knew, was ready and waiting.

Apparently not so, as Adam started a slow withdrawal and counter thrust, the very deliberateness fanning the flames but doing nothing to ease the itch. Debbie soon found that she was the one trying to initiate full contact, thrusting her pussy towards him, wanting something, anything, to attend to her needs.

It was fortunate that Debbie had the duct tape on her mouth, because a scream definitely tried to rip its way out when Adam suddenly pulled out and rammed back in with a shocking suddenness. Debbie found her entire body seemed to leap with satisfaction, and then Adam was doing what she had initially feared and now welcomed.

Adam hammered home into Debbie's welcoming body, taking pleasure and giving it, whether she wanted it or no. Debbie was lost in the action, not really paying attention to what was going on around her. Adam was squeezing her breasts and pleasuring her pussy, and nothing else really mattered. 

She was vaguely aware of one of the other men sitting down on the bench, next to her. Her attention suddenly focused on him, as he tapped her face and turned her head to look at him. He smiled and nodded downwards. Looking down she saw his erection standing proud and waiting for her.

Then her attention was diverted back to Adam as she felt him thrusting in harder and harder. No, she thought, this is not fair. I'm not ready. Unfortunately, the state of her readiness was of no real concern to Adam, who suddenly groaned and ejaculated inside her, releasing his seed in a series of short hard thrusts, and then withdrawing and giving her a friendly slap on the bottom, leaving her body quivering and expectant.

"OK, woman, you can call me Brian," said the man sitting next to her. "Take a seat."

Debbie found herself caught and turned around, and then she was sinking onto his lap, slowing slightly as his cock plunged up her waiting pussy, and then finding herself comfortably seated on what felt like a large skewer that was ready to continue from where Adam had left off.

In no time, Debbie felt herself being bounced rapidly up and down, servicing Brian. The tensions inside her had had no chance to subside between Adam leaving her and Brian taking her, and suddenly she found herself shuddering, an orgasm sweeping through her, while she felt Brian contentedly bouncing her on his lap.

Coming down from her climax, Debbie found that it hadn't released the tensions within her. Brian's enthusiastic bouncing was perpetuating them, slowly building then back up to pre-climax stage. It was almost a relief to Debbie to find Brian suddenly spurting within her, and listen to his frustrated swearing. 

Not sure what she was supposed to do now, Debbie paused for a moment, and then a voice whispered in her ear. 

"You can call me Clive, or Colin, or Claude. Any name you like as long as it starts with C. Now lie down."

Looking down, Debbie saw that her towel had been laid on the floor. Sighing, she lay down, and watched as Clive settled between her thighs.

"I thought I'd give you a treat and let you see the cock that's going to ravish you as it enters you," he said with a grin.

Looking down at him, Debbie wanted to scream and yell. She wasn't sure how big Adam had been, and Brian had been average but Clive seemed, how to phrase it? Too bloody big, seemed appropriate.

Debbie swallowed as she saw Clive press against her lips, and then they were moving aside, letting that battering ram at her tender flesh. Debbie gave a muffled shriek as Clive moved swiftly into her, filling her. Thank god the others had at least helped her stretch and lubricate, she thought. That thing would have ruptured her otherwise.

Then Clive was in her, thrusting in, withdrawing and thrusting in again. Debbie could only stare fascinated as this monster ravished her, rising up out of her and then plunging back down, feeling him surging up inside her as she watched him disappear into her.

She knew that if it hadn't been for the tape she'd have been squealing and yelling, but she wasn't sure if it would have been from terror or pleasure or terrified pleasure. She could feel herself bucking frantically against this monster, her body determined to subdue it, even as it conquered her.

Her second orgasm came raging through her, far more acute that her first, leaving her dazed and shaking, not even noticing that Clive was coming and finishing within her.

Debbie lay there, drained and shocked, suddenly realising that the men weren't clustering around her. Sitting up she looked around, and the three of them were getting rapidly dressed.

"Hey, woman," said Adam. "You look beat. Why don't you take a shower now?"

With that the three men left. Adam had a point, Debbie realised. She did need another shower.

She was standing there, letting the hot water run over her when she heard the noise. She looked up.

Two men looking at her. Two naked men. What the hell?

One of the men shrugged.

"We're late. Sorry. I'm David and he's Edward. Are you coming out or do you want us to join you there?"



Right Sizing



Author's note: if you're expecting a BTB story, then you haven't been reading my stories. If you're expecting illicit sex, then you may want to move along. Any grammatical errors are my own.

Otherwise, please enjoy!

Azpiri

*****

"I want a divorce."

I never thought four little words could bring my whole world crashing down around me. Unfortunately, my soon to be ex-wife said these words so effortlessly. Each syllable flowed off her tongue as if she were ordering her regular entrée off the menu. There was no ceremony. No last meal. Even Old Yeller managed to coax tears out of Travis Coates before he put him down. Me? There was nothing. I guess I know how Steve Carell's character felt at the beginning of "Crazy, Stupid Love". At least, she was thoughtful. She had all my belongings packed up and waiting for me as soon as I walked through the door.

My name is Steve Miller, and my "loving wife" is Julie. We're both in our early forties with our two children, Josh and Emily, going to college and out of the house. My wife looks even better than the day we got married, with the weight she gained from having children finding its way to all the right places. Her rigid regime of working out kept the unwanted weight off. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about me. While I didn't smoke, time was not my friend. Some men gain a distinguished look when they get older, like Sean Connery or Patrick Stewart. Me? A receding hair line, a tire around my belly, and a salt and pepper goatee used to hide my double chin.

My silence must have been her cue to keep on twisting the knife.

"Steve, it's not that I don't love you. I do. It's just that I'm not in love with you. I feel like we've drifted apart these last several years. And now that the kids are out of the house, there's really no reason for us to continue this charade."

When we first got married, there were three of us at the altar: Julie, me, and our unborn baby. Emily was unplanned; however, she was our love child. I gave up my dreams of going on to college to be something better. I entered the work force, taking whatever job I could find that would put food on the table. I would bounce from dead end job to another dead job. Our love seemed to flourish because two years later, Josh entered the world. With Julie wanting to stay at home, I had to work twice as much to make sure we had all that we needed for our growing family.

Ten years ago, I stopped bouncing from one dead end job to another in order to secure my family's financial future. Ten years ago, I earned my degree online while working 40 to 50 hours. It was grueling, trying to work full time and then take classes on top of that. However, I made the sacrifice because I knew that my family was depending on me. Julie was a stay-at-home mom, tending to the raising of kids and going to PTA meetings.

It's not like I cheated on my wife during those ten years. Well, not in the purest sense of the word. While I had every opportunity to frequent strip clubs or host a call girl in my hotel room, the money I earned went back into the family. Life as a consultant is feast or famine. There are some months when you have clients coming out of the woodwork, but then there are others when you wonder if you'll be able to put food on the table. And that's only the right side of my brain talking. The left side is still in love with my wife, so the thought of even stepping out on her goes against every fiber of my being.

No, if there was a "mistress", she would be called work. I'm married to my job. With my wife being a stay-at-home mom, and my desire for my children to have the best, I worked my 40 hours plus all the travel time. This meant that I was away, a lot. I was the very definition of a "road warrior". I could easily be in New York the first half of the week, and find myself in San Diego the latter half of the week. I missed a lot family events, but it was not by choice. If I could have been home to see my children graduate 8th grade or even high school, I would have; however, college is not cheap and money doesn't grow on trees.

And it's not like I love my job. I'm a Human Resources consultant. If you have seen the movie "Office Space", I would be John C. McGinley's character. I helped organizations "right size" their personnel. While administration loved our "lean" processes and cost savings, I always encouraged the organization to reinvest those savings back into their employees. Unfortunately, the bean counters of today don't always view their employees as assets, but rather as expenses and costs that need to be cut. While I can certainly put on the rose colored glasses, and believe that I'm doing everyone a world of good. In the end, I know that I'm going to affect the livelihood of families everywhere I go. For example, a single mom worked for an organization as a data processor. The majority of her time was spent printing reports, and storing them in file folders. At the end of the week, she would then shred those reports. My research uncovered that no one looked at the reports she printed. She was literally printing reports so that she could shred them later. By simply not printing the reports, it eliminated not only paper costs and reduced the cost for shredding services, but it eliminated her position.

I hated that aspect of my job. However, I always found the will to continue on knowing that my wife and family loved me and needed me. True, I could quit and find a job that doesn't require much travel; however, it would be a severe cut in pay. Many of the arguments I had with Julie were over money and financial matters. The mere thought of her getting a job to supplement my cut in pay is blasphemous. The children needed her to be at home, and to serve as their chauffeur and any other assortment of reasons why she shouldn't work a regular job. And let's not forget that they each needed to have the latest smart phone with data plans, the latest fashion trends, the biggest house, leased cars, and whatever other material possession that was needed to make their quality of life just perfect.

It was like an out of body experience as I heard myself try to breathe life back into our marriage, "Twenty years? Gone? Just like that. Can't we try coun—"

"Steve, do you really want to pay someone who's going to agree that we should get divorced? Don't make this any harder than it already is." Normally, her smile would make me melt. However, this smile was full of daggers. Et tu, Brute? "Think of it like this. We're able to start over while we're still young."

I felt completely helpless. I don't know how I was able to remain standing. I wanted to fall on my knees and beg my Rock of Gibraltar, my Northern Star to not abandon me. "Julie, I can quit my job. I can find something local. We can try to make it work. I know I haven't been around. It's not like I love being on the road all the time! Please, we had something once. We just need to rekindle that flame!"

My pleading and reluctance to accept what she viewed as inevitable started weighing on her. The irritation was clear in her voice, "Steve, you're starting to sound like a wuss. You need to 'Cowboy Up'. A real man would accept his fate and deal with it."

If there was ever a time when you wish that you could take back what was said, that time would be right now for my soon to be ex-wife. Her eyes widen as her mouth dropped. Her betrayal struck the deepest nerve. When we were young and all of my friends would want to go party or even just hang out, my rally cry would always be "A real man would accept his fate and deal with it." I had a responsibility to my wife and my children. I had to grow up quickly. Julie always made love to me as 'reward' for being a man, rather than a reckless boy.

I'm sure my wife was saying something once she found her voice, but I was no longer listening. I simply collected the bags she packed for me, went out to my car, and started to drive away. Julie was crying, pounding on the windshield, begging for me to stop, and asking for forgiveness. Before today, I would have seen those tears and done anything I could to comfort her and make those tears go away. But now, Othello said it best. If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, each drop she falls would prove a crocodile. 

I found myself going to some irish pub all my friends were raving about on Facebook. With all of my travels, I've never had the opportunity to go. It was a quaint and quiet little place. Somewhere someone could drink his misery under the table and not be disturbed for hours on end.

"There you are!" a woman's voice interrupted my deep philosophical discussion with my glass of Southern Comfort. Looking up at the sound of the woman's voice, I did notice that several hours did tick by.

Heather Wilson, my personal assistant, found a seat next to me at the bar. "Your daughter is worried sick about you. She tried calling you a dozen times. When she couldn't reach you, she called me." She paused for a moment, so that she could reach out and take my hand. Conveniently, it was the same hand that held onto my whiskey tumbler. "She told me what happened. I'm so sorry, Steve."

I shifted my glance from my glass to my phone. Indeed, there were numerous missed calls from both Emily and the stupid bitch. I simply shook my head and said while staring into my amber colored reflection, "I wasn't in the mood to hear how it's the 'right' thing to do."

And there it was. Karma is indeed truly a bitch. All those people whose lives I have affected over the years finally got their cosmic justice. My family was 'right sizing' me out of my role as husband and father.

"Look, why don't you go get a hotel room and sleep this off. Maybe, after everyone has had a chance to sleep on it, things will be different in the morning."

I'm not sure which is worse. The fact that I hate and want to hurt the woman I love so much, or the fact that I hate myself for wanting to hurt the woman I love. Somehow, Heather manipulated me out of that bar and into a hotel. Though, I will admit that the look on Heather's face was priceless when they rang up my bar tab. Seven bucks. One drink, and I hadn't even touched it. I went to that bar with the intention of drowning my sorrows. Unfortunately, I don't like to drink and I certainly can't stand the taste of Southern Comfort. If it wasn't for their purple velvet pouches, I'm not sure why anyone would touch this stuff.

Sleep did not come easy. Being a film buff, one movie played over and over in my head. All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. Though, it's not an isolated hotel that serves as the setting for my horror masterpiece. No, it's my McMansion in Suburbia. And Shelly Duvall does not play Wendy Torrance, but rather it's my dear and loving wife, Julie. Aside from the fact that I was chasing my wife around the house with an axe, the weirdest part of the nightmare was my son riding around on a Big Wheel and being confronted by my daughter saying "Forever and ever and ever..." Eventually, sleep did come. Though, the next day brought about its own form of terror. 

I tried to confront my wife, and have that sit down talk that Heather insisted that I have. After all, twenty years of marriage should be worth salvaging, right? Unfortunately, she was not at home. Knowing Julie, there was only one other place where she could be: the gym. I didn't necessarily want to cause a public scene, but I needed to talk to her and she owed me at least that much.

Walking into the gym, I immediately saw my wife, but she didn't see me. God, she looked good. The sports bra she wore hugged her chest, showing off her ample breasts. The cropped cut displayed her tone and tan mid-riff. The capri yoga pants clung to her every curve, putting on display that well sculpted ass. I guess that song is right. When the heart breaks, it doesn't break even. She seemed to be in good spirits, as if her life isn't missing a beat.

"Hey buddy, don't stare too long at that fine piece of ass. If you're not Tweedle Dum or Tweedle Dick, you're not getting close to that pussy. Believe me, I tried," confided some muscle bound guy that lacked a neck.

"Excuse me?"

The man gestured to what appeared to be a walking mass of muscle with a head attached to it. The man grabbed my wife by her ass, lifted her up with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and shared some kind of intimate discussion.

"That's Tweedle Dum. All muscle and no brain," explains my newly found friend. He then goes on to do a horrible Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. "I lift things up. I put them down." He laughs at his own joke before continuing, "However, he apparently has all the right muscles in the right places for that ass."

"Oh."

The tone in my voice only egged my friend on, as if he wanted to crush my spirits even more. "And behind him is Tweedle Dick!"

Sure enough, once Tweedle Dum put my wife down, she went over to this other hulk of a man. Unlike the embrace she shared with Dum, Julie wrapped only one leg around the man's waist while his hand went to support her thigh and ass. His hands moved with a sense of familiarity. More importantly, they shared an intimate and prolong kiss.

"Shit, they should probably get a room, huh buddy?" chided the guy next to me.

Indeed, their actions were as close to a public display of sexual intercourse as you could get. It's clear, now, that drifting apart is not the only reason for my divorce. The alpha male in me wanted to rush right over there and reclaim my wife; however, the male that actually used his brain cells realized that my alpha male would be crushed physically by both of those Neanderthals without either of them breaking a sweat. For a brief moment, a part of me wanted to feel the physical pain, so that the emotional pain would feel more complete.

"Oh, and here comes her boy. Man, I'd love to be the guy that knocked up that tight pussy." 

When it rains, it pours. I was hoping that my son would take up my banner, and defend his father's honor. I was hoping that he would be offended by such behavior from his mother. Not that I wanted him to fight my battles for me, but because he should have viewed that these men were tearing apart his family. He didn't.

My son didn't like team sports when he was younger. He was ridiculed in school, for dropping passes, missing baskets, or striking out during the game. When he announced that he was getting into wrestling and weight lifting, I was proud of him. He had my competitive spirit, and I thought he was overcoming those jerks in school by becoming this chiseled hunk based on the advice I gave him over the phone. Now, I see that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dick probably influenced his decision by being his surrogate fathers. All I needed was for my daughter to show up for my family's betrayal to be complete.

In a dejected a tone, I responded to my idiot friend, "No, you don't." With that, I walked out the door. What good would a fight do? I have already lost, and I didn't even know there was a battle. The radio gods must have been aware of the bitch slapping that Karma was giving me. When I started up my car, the radio belted out the chorus from Fleetwood Mac's Gold Dust Woman.

"Well, did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love.
And, now tell me is it over now?
Do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home?"

*****

It's been two years since the divorce. Maybe I was having a mid-life's crisis. Or maybe I was just a selfish bitch who didn't want to give up the "single woman" lifestyle I had created while my ex-husband was away, working long hard hours to support his family. 

The divorce went about as smooth as can be expected. I got the house and all the equity in the house, while he got to keep his pension and his airline miles. The only thing that I truly didn't expect was when I tried to file for rehabilitative spousal support, his lawyer brought into evidence pictures of my infidelity. Not with just Rick, but with Rick and Ed both. What was worse, he managed to get pictures of Rick and Ed groping me in front of my son at the gym. How'd he got them? I don't know. Steve was a gentleman, though. He didn't want to change the dissolution of marriage from irreconcilable differences to adultery. No, he just didn't want to pay his whore of an ex-wife any alimony money. That was the responsibility of my lovers. I'm paraphrasing, but looking back, I'm sure that's what he was thinking. The judge also was thinking the same thing. Steve did continue to pay for his children's college expenses, for as long as they went to college. But since Emily was 20 and Josh was 18, he didn't have to pay for child support.

On the surface, my life was lonely once Steve got his degree and started work as a Human Resources consultant. He'd be gone, and home on the weekends. And this was the 'good times'. When business was slow, he'd be at home but he'd be on edge. It was as if every dollar that was being spent was one more complaint or one more yelling match between me and him. Fortunately, I did have the kids; however, they were always needing me to take them to practice or take them shopping or drive them to a friend's house. If they weren't busy with after school activities, they were at home. And like all kids, they were fighting. Having to be both mother and father took a toll on me, and I resented Steve being away for so long.

Don't get me wrong, though. When Steve was home, he was the best husband a woman could ask for. He did my "honey dos" without question, or paid to have them done if he couldn't do it himself. He always sent flowers on the important days: my birthday, our anniversary, Sweetheart's day, Valentine's Day, and even the day that we met. He'd always call, and tried to cheer me up when I was down. Having Skype was great, so the kids and I could always see him when he called. He may not have been in the house, but he was always there in digital video. Unfortunately, that just wasn't enough for me. At least, not back then.

Steve encouraged me to get a gym membership. At first, I was mad at him. Was he implying that I was fat? The asshole was letting himself go, too. He was always eating fast food while on those damned business trips. How dare he suggest that I go to the gym to lose some weight? However, he explained his reasoning. He must have understood that I had very little adult contact, and that I was losing myself to my 'mother' role. Steve understood me so well. It's no wonder why he got into Human Resources. He's good with people. A part of me wishes I could be as perceptive as he was. Maybe I wouldn't be where I was today if I had been.

At first, the baby fat wasn't coming off. Going to the gym was a chore. All the women there were so pretty and in shape. I felt like a cow being led to the slaughter house. Maybe I was their class project, or maybe I was just another piece of fresh meat. Whatever the reason, Rick and Ed took me under their wing and helped me develop a weight training plan. In the beginning, I felt like Rick and Ed were simply gym rats trying to help someone who was struggling. I totally expected them to ditch me for the younger girls once I got the hang of things.

When the weight started falling off, and staying off, they shared in my excitement. I wanted to share this with Steve. I was able to show off my new body via Skype to my husband with pride. But damn, he seemed so melancholy and so damned depressed. His down attitude affected my chi! He was appreciative and supported me in every way, but you could hear it in his voice that he was depressed. It got to the point where I hated calling him. I didn't want to hear about his bad day. Not all of us are losers.

Since I was around Rick and Ed all week, their masculine physique was certainly easy on the eyes. So when Steve did come home, showing signs of being a pig and unhealthy, I wanted nothing to do with him. He would, of course, want some loving. I fulfilled my duties as a wife, though I'm sure the Academy would have given me an Oscar several times over for some of my performances. Meg Ryan has nothing on me. A part of me was thankful that he didn't have the energy or the stamina to go more than once. I think I would have been sick if I had to stomach doing him twice in one night. Fortunately, for me, everybody looks the same with the lights off.




Right Sizing



Again, looking back, if I would have seen or would have known just how profound of an effect that his job was having on him, or how my indifference to his emotional well-being was hurting him, maybe all of this would have been different. But no, I was lost in my own world. It sure didn't help when Rick became 'Rick the Dick'. His body was a work of art. He probably went back in time, so that Michelangelo could use his body as a model for the statue of David with one minor exception. Rick's dick was much bigger than the statue of David, and my husband for that matter.

Sure, Rick probably took advantage of my vulnerability with my husband being gone, but I let myself be taken. Rick's body is nothing short of a school girl's fantasy. The fact that he wanted to be with me only heightened the experience. And it wasn't a one night stand. Rick kept after me whether it was in the ladies' locker room at the gym, the men's locker room at the gym, or at my house when the kids were gone. He had a sex drive that drove me crazy. Just thinking about the size of his cock always got me wet and in the mood. There were times when we couldn't even make it to my house, and we'd pull over somewhere and do it. I felt alive again. I felt young, wild and free. It was something that I hadn't felt since being married to Steve.

Well, his buddy, Ed, must have known about our tryst and acted like a little child. Rick encouraged me to be nicer to his friend. Well, being nicer exposed me to Ed's girth. Whereas Rick really knew how to use his length and size to take me to new heights, Ed simply filled me up like no other. I was always walking gingerly after having sex with Ed. He simply didn't know his own strength. They each had their own good points when having sex. But, since I'm looking back, neither one of them wanted to cuddle afterwards. If I could, I'd go back in time and slap my stupid ass into the middle of next week.

"You should come see the flowers that got Sam got!" exclaimed one of my co-workers.

It's kind of funny, really. During the entire time that I've been married to Steve, he always wanted me to get a job so that I could provide some supplemental income. He whined about his job, and wanting to do something else but that it would be a cut in pay. I was such a bitch when I told him to 'Cowboy Up' and stop whining about his job. But now that we're divorced, I'm working forty hours as a clerk in a billing office. Instead of telling him to stop whining, I should have told him to take out his frustrations in the gym. It's one of the few things that I find helps me relax after a long week at work.

"From her mysterious lover?" questioned another in a teasing tone.

I hated Sam. Not because of anything she did, but because she was ten years younger and a tight little body. What's worse was that you know that she's the type of girl that knows she's attractive, but doesn't flaunt it. And by not flaunting it, she's simply waving it in your face that she's gorgeous while you're getting older. I'm sure she laughs maniacally knowing that I have to work twice as hard to keep what I have. When she gets those heart shaped boxes filled with chocolate, she shares her goodies with all of her co-workers. I'm on to her. I notice that she doesn't eat a single piece. She makes all the women around her fatter, so she can look that much better. Stupid ass bitch. 

I couldn't help but try to get in a dig, "Yea, how come we haven't seen this alleged Romeo? We only see you in those pictures." I'm sure that everyone in the room could hear my envy, especially with that bouquet of roses in a crystal vase sitting on her desk.

Every weekend, Sam and her boyfriend always seem to be going someplace or doing something exciting. She has pictures of her kayaking down the Cumberland, or standing underneath a water fall at Burgess Falls state park. If they're not doing the nature thing, she's attending a concert at the Grand Ole Opry or hanging out on the Lower Broad, listening to live music.

"Oh guys," Sam retorts playfully, so carefully dismissing my assault. "He just doesn't like being in front of the camera. He's self-conscious about his looks. I don't know why. I mean, ok, yea. He's bald, but he's bald by choice."

I couldn't help but let out a cynical burst of laughter at that. But she just continued, "Combine that with his goatee and his fit body." She fans herself with a blush.

"Long stem roses! Again?" cried Helen, coming to the 'party' late as usual. That woman gushed over any sweet gesture. She reminded me of Edith from "All in the Family". Even the high pitched shrill in her voice mimicked Jane Stapleton's voice so well.

Sam the smug nose bitch nodded her head as she reads from the little card that accompanied the bouquet of roses, "He said that he has something special planned for me tonight, and he's inviting all of you to come along if you wish. He's rented out the third floor of the Merchants Restaurant on Lower Broad. All of you are welcome to bring a date, and that dinner will be provided."

I couldn't help myself and retorted, "So we finally get to meet this mystery man of yours?"

"Yes and just know that he's all mine," Sam responded in a possessive manner.

"Not unless one of us steals him away," said a voice from the back. I'm not sure who it was, maybe Keri or Beth. They drop their panties faster than the French drop their rifles.

I haven't had a fine dinner since the divorce. I wasn't about to miss this opportunity. Normally, Steve and I would go down to the Watermark Restaurant. He always reminded me to save room for dessert because he knew how much I loved Tennessee Strawberry Jam Cake. Rick would have chastised me for indulging in the buttermilk icing because of it being fattening. Not to mention, Rick couldn't afford dinner at the Watermark. Finally, I'll get the chance to show the big oaf what a real dinner is like. So I called him once I got back to my desk.

"Rick, one of the girls is having some kind of party at the Merchant tonight. Her boyfriend rented out the third floor, and dinner is going to be provided. Do you think you want to take me?" I'm pretty sure that he heard that this truly wasn't a question.

"Oh. Sorry, babe. I pulled my quad today. I was gonna kick back and ice it down. Why don't you come over and give me a massage? I'm sure that will help me recover."

God, that's all he ever thinks about. A nice date is going to the gym, and then heading home for another workout under the covers. If I'm lucky, we might go to the Longhorn Steakhouse so I can watch him devour a slab of beef in less than fifteen minutes. 

"C'mon, Rick. We don't have to stay long. You can meet some of my friends, and we can finally have a fine dinner, with utensils and everything! Please? Can't you do this for me just this once?"

"Why don't you ask your son to go with you? I'm sure Josh would love to meet some of your friends."

I'm sure that he was referring to Keri and Beth, as I'm always telling him how they're like whores in professional attire. However, I'm also sure that it was meant as an underhanded insult as well.

"You know damn well that my son is in jail for not paying child support. You're such a dick sometimes."

"And you know how much you love my cock, too!"

I slammed my phone in anger. His comments about my son really hurt. Josh was in jail for failing to keep up with his child support payments. Josh treated his women much the same way that Rick and Ed treated theirs. Fuck them until he got tired of them, and then toss them to the curb. The girls, though, often kicked back when they showed up on the doorstep, being pregnant with his child. Plus, the boy couldn't hold a job to save his life. And heaven forbid, put on a damned condom. These are traits that he learned from Rick and Ed.

I'd ask Emily to go with me, but we haven't spoken since the divorce was final. While she understood my point of view, she felt like Steve and I weren't trying to make amends. She certainly didn't like Rick or Ed. She felt uncomfortable around them and that they always seem to be undressing her with their eyes. That was probably Rick, as his 'little head' dictated what his 'big head' thought. Ed was just a big teddy bear, too stupid to have a lecherous bone in his body. He would be Rick's sidekick, and join in on whatever Rick was doing.

So, I intended to go to dinner alone. Who knows what the night might bring? The evening was certainly full of surprises. 

As I was stepping off the elevator onto the third floor, I nearly ran into a man that I would best describe as a Marlboro Man. He was physically fit, but not a muscle bound jock like Rick or Ed. He had a rugged appearance. He was bald, but a close inspection would indicate that he was bald by choice. His goatee only enhanced his 'cowboy' look. At first glance, I knew that this had to be Sam's boyfriend. However, when I looked into his eyes, I knew who her personal Stone Cold Steve Austin was.

I have never felt so embarrassed and so belittled in all of my life. Not because of Steve's actions, but because of my own. Here was a very attractive 'Cowboy' who was once my husband and who I repeatedly told to 'Cowboy Up'. Well, he certainly did.

"Julie?"

The awkward moment was certainly not lost on either of us.

"Steve, you look good. Life has been treating you well?" 

I was so nervous. I was trying to make small talk. Deep down inside, a part of me was holding onto hope that maybe it's just a coincidence that Steve is here. Maybe he's just a friend of a friend, or something along those lines. Maybe I can erase a mistake? People deserve a second chance in life, right?

He looked down to himself, and then back up with that smile of his. God, I wish I could kiss him again. His kisses were the best. He made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. I took his embrace for granted.

"Well, I guess you can say that things have turned around for me. I no longer work as a consultant. I'm now the CEO and president of a staffing agency here in town. I don't have to travel, so I have plenty of time to go hiking and just getting away to enjoy nature." He patted his belly, "Worked off that Dunlap tire. But look at you. You're looking as good as ever."

"Well, you know how I love to spend countless hours at the gym."

Even as I said the words, trying to make light of my habits, I wanted to take them back. The last thing I wanted him to recall was my 'time at the gym' and my time with Rick and Ed. I could beat myself over the head with a block of wood right now. Maybe I just imagined it, but I thought I saw him do a quick look around. I know he was looking to see if I was with someone. Still, Steve took it all in stride.

"So what brings you here? Date night?"

Steve laughed lightly and nodded his head. "You could say that." He patted the pocket of his sports coat, where I saw a small bulge. There was no doubt in my mind that the bulge was about the same size of a small black velvet box that contained an engagement ring. "I invited her friends and family to dinner, so they can be a part of the evening's festivities."

There was so much I wanted to say. There was so much that I wanted to take back, and try to win back the husband that I lost. However, the fight was over. The time to fight was two years ago when I told him that I wanted to get divorced. I couldn't tell you if my tears were tears of pity for myself, or tears of happiness for him. He deserved to find happiness after the way I left him. He must have assumed that my silence was his cue to continue.

"Julie, I had no idea you were going to be here. Please know that tonight is not meant to –"

I quickly interrupted him, "No, no. I know, Steve. I'm happy for you. Sam is a very lucky girl." My voice started to crack. I excused myself with a whisper and ran to the ladies room. As I tried to get a hold of myself, I could hear the soft music playing a bittersweet song originally done by Roxette, but covered by D.H.T.

"Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why
But listen to your heart, before... you tell him goodbye."



Right There



They both could barely breathe. He closed his eyes tightly listening to her gasp into the phone. She was almost there. Almost. He knew how to play her so well by now that he knew exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to say it — until he heard her breathing fast.

Breathing so fast, faster, waiting for the build up to the sound of her silence that reached deep inside him and wrenched him so good — the silence was her scream as she came.

"You like that?" he whispered.

"Fuck yeah...," she whispered.

"You want more?" he whispered.

"I want to ask you a question.." she whispered.

He laughed quietly.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" he said.

She was still catching her breath.

"Do you...do you want to fuck me?" she said.

He laughed again.

"Uh, what do you think?" he said.

"Tell me...," she said.

"Yes...," he whispered.

"Yes, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you pass out...," he could hear her breathing going again. 

"I want to fuck you stupid. I want to fuck you hard...and fast...because I know just how you want it," he said, listening to her gasp quicker and sigh harder again.

His cock was so hard.

"Does that answer your question?" he said.

"Yes...," she whispered.

"I just wanted to make sure before I told you — I'm right here," she said.

Now it was his turn to have his breath caught in his throat. Did he hear that right?

"What!?" he whispered in a quiet exclamation.

"I'm here," she said. "Look out the window."

+++++++

Minutes later, she was inside — her back against the door.

She was trying to look cool but she was shaking so badly and he saw it. It made him smile.

She wore a buttoned white shirt, a little plaid skirt, stockings and heels. 

He stood back a few feet from her, in his boxers and t-shirt, arms crossed, looking at her.

"Hi," she said, smiling.

"Hi there," he said, smiling back.

"I'm scared," she said.

"I know you are," he said.

"But I'm also ...right there...," she said.

"You know?" she said.

"I know you are," he said, deliberately making her wait for his next move.

"So am I," he said.

She licked her lips.

He moved toward her slowly.

He could do what they both wanted. He could see her breathing fast, her chest rising and falling. He could push her skirt up, right there, against the door, and fuck her senseless. But it was almost too overwhelming. He couldn't think. He just acted.

He stood in front of her, face to face, eyes to eyes. She held onto the door for support. 

He reached out with his hands and she bit her lip again. Her body was more cranked up with sensations than she'd ever been. 

He gently reached into her hair with his left hand, still looking into her eyes, faint smile on his lips. He touched her cheek with his right, stroking her face with his fingers. His thumb reached for her lips and her eyes fluttered. 

He opened her mouth gently, slightly, with his thumb and met her lips with his. She felt his warm mouth on hers, his fingers touching her face so gently, and his tongue finding hers. She sighed deeply into his mouth and he turned her head gently and his tongue moved deeper, and she met it with hers. Her hands moved from the door to wrap her arms around his neck. His left hand moved to wrap his arm around her back, his right hand still on her face, and his kiss became more aggressive as his fingers still made their gentle touch. 

He pressed his body against hers now, and he dominated her mouth with his, his tongue deep, fucking her mouth with it. He could hear her sighing louder into his mouth. 

She shuddered with the kiss, so deep and erotic. His tongue worked hers, worked her mouth. She'd never been kissed like that before. His hand moved from her face to behind her back and now both his hands found her ass. She instinctively opened her legs and wrapped them around his hips. His hands moved under her skirt, finding the naked skin of her upper thighs around the garters holding her stockings up. He laughed softly into her mouth.

"Oh...fuck...yeah," he whispered.

He lifted her skirt so there were barely the thinnest layers of cotton between his hard cock and her soaked pussy, and they couldn't get tighter together. His hands moved under her shirt now, finding the bottom of her lace bra, finding her hard nipples. He pulled away from the kiss to look into her eyes.

He moved his hands to the top of her shirt and pulled slowly, popping one button off at a time, never losing her eyes.

Then he looked down, lifting her higher against the door, taking her lace-covered nipple into his mouth and working it with his tongue against the rough material.

She buried her hands in his hair, pulling it, sighing and gasping. Her nipples were such a good spot for her and this was sooooo good. Harder and harder her worked it, working the other with his fingers. 

He wanted her to come. She was shaking, sighing, gasping. 

"Oh fuck yeah. Yeah...yeah...like that," she whispered..."Right there. Yeah yeah yeah." 

He worked his tongue harder now, aggressively, pulled her bra down to find her naked nipple and work it, pulling away, blowing on it, hard and sensitive, and then she did come, digging her fingers into his shoulders, gasping and shaking. 

He lowered her down, let her wrap her arms around his neck so his mouth was at her ear. His hands still under her skirt, feeling the her soft skin, moving to spread her legs once again and find her soaked through her panties. 

"You're so wet," he whispered in her ear, his unshaven face tickling her. 

"Mmmm," she whispered back. 

She reached down to find him so ready for her, stroking his rock hard cock.

"Are you still not sure I want to fuck you?" he whispered.

"I just looooove to hear you say it," she whispered back.

His fingers gently touched her over her panties, so wet. He pulled at the soft, soaked fabric until it ripped through in his hands and fell to the floor.

Her bare, hot, soft pussy in his hands now, he teased her with his fingers.

"I want to fuck you so badly," he whispered. 

Her hands still feeling him, stroking him, she gasped.

He opened her soaking wet pussy with his fingers, unable to control himself any longer.

"I want to eat this fucking pussy so good, so well," he whispered, his beard still tickling her ear.

She started her gasping then, that sound he knew so well. 

It was too good. He slowly slid one finger inside her and she gasped a scream. 

"Yeah...," he whispered.

Two fingers now, inside her, so wet, so hot, so ready. He slid them in...and out...and in...and out, faster and faster. 

"Oh God...yes...so there. Right there...," she whispered.

"That's it, baby," he whispered. "Come for me."

He was rewarded with her shuddering and gasping against him, sighing his name.

She pushed his hands away.

He looked into her eyes and saw.

She dropped to her knees before he could stop her.

Slowly, she pulled down his boxers, free to finally, slowly, worship his cock the way she wanted to. She pulled her bra totally off and away. She looked at it at first, stroking it gently, giving herself the luxury of denial. Then she softly, gently, reached out for it with her tongue. She felt herself burst with soaking wetness as she felt his hard, delicious cock at her mouth. He brought his hands down to hold it, tap her mouth with it, tease her with it.

"Oh, yeah...," she whispered. He saw her hands move away and up under her full breasts, squeezing her nipples in response to his movements. She lifted her mouth to his teasing.

"You want this?" he said.

"Fuck yeah," she whispered. 

"I am such a fucking whore for your cock. Give it to me," she whispered.

He felt her words go through him.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," she said.

She pushed his hands away and slid him all the way inside her mouth. His hands found her hair and knotted his fingers in it. His head went back. His eyes closed.

Slowly, she worked his cock with her mouth, licking, sucking, working it, running her tongue back and forth underneath as she slowly increased speed. She loved to twirl her tongue around the tip, sliding it back in...all the way in.

She stopped and looked up at him.

"I want you to fuck my mouth," she whispered.

She moved his hands to her hair.

His eyes fluttered as he took her hair in knots and slowly moved his hips, thrusting his dick deep inside her mouth. The movements sent her over the edge. He could hear her moaning into his cock as he slid all the way into her mouth and out again. The feeling of him thrusting in and out sent her into a shuddering, explosive, multiple orgasm.

How the fuck was he supposed to hold it together with her on her knees, naked except for garters, stockings and heels, coming at the feeling of him fucking her mouth?

He wasn't. But he had an idea.

He pulled away. 

"No no no no..." she said.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he said. He pulled her to her feet, and threw her over his shoulder.

He carried her to his bed and dropped her onto it. 

He stood back to look at her. On her elbows, her half naked, legs spread, with that look in her eye. He wanted to remember it. He'd imagined her on his bed so many times, but this was so much better.

He climbed onto the bed and found her mouth with his again. He fucked her mouth without hesitation this time, just penetrated her with his mouth. Deep and hot, and wet. She pulled his t-shirt over his head so she could find his back to scratch.

His mouth moved down, down, down to lick her cleavage, kiss her belly, and there was no more waiting, no more stopping. He lifted her hips in his hands and buried his mouth in her pussy.

Her back arched and she did scream then, unprepared, shocked into ecstasy. Her fingers dug as deeply into the bed as his scratchy face teased her sensitive inner thighs and then back to her pussy, his eager tongue so deep, so delicious.

"Yes...yes...yes... right there," she gasped, loudly.

His tongue found her clit and worked it hard, harder, then back inside her, his tongue unbearably deep and hungry, and she could hear him sighing with pleasure doing it. She could not fight the explosion and he tasted it, felt the damp sweetness as his reward. He wanted more. 

More.

She punched the bed in her orgasmic frenzy, feeling him working her, knowing he much loved it, wanted it. Wanting it more. Wanting more.

"Wait...wait...," she said.

She pulled him onto the bed onto his back.

She crawled over him to swallow him again, and he pulled her over him so his mouth was still working her pussy while she worked his cock with hers. It was mind-blowing for both of them as she tried so hard to concentrate on his cock while he was so hungrily working her. 

She was focused though, trying not to be distracted. So was he, focusing on her soaking wet pussy while he felt her insatiable mouth up and down on his cock, her fingers finding his balls, stroking them, working him good.

Again and again he tasted her coming in his mouth, but he wanted to break her. He wanted to win. His tongue teased her clit in circles and he slid two fingers inside her to finally break her. She arched her back over him and fell on to the bed.

"NO fair," she gasped.

"I know...," he whispered, smiling. 

He worked her pussy hard and good. She bit her knuckles hard as he worked it fast, so fast, faster. 

"Yeah...yeah...yeah," she moaned. "Yeah...like that. Just like that..."

She came shuddering and loud, and finally pushed him off.

"Stop...stop...," she said.

"Why...?" he said, smiling

She pushed him back on the bed.

"Here's why..." she whispered.

Her eyes were focused but crazed. 

She crawled up his body, her legs still in stockings and heels. Her hair a tangled sexy mess.

She straddled him, her naked wet pussy rubbing against his rock hard cock, back and forth.

"Oh...fuck," he whispered.

"Exactly...," she whispered.

Without a second's hesitation, she moved up and slowly...slowly...slid his cock inside her.

They both stopped breathing for a beat.

His hands found her hips. Her hands found her hair.

"Yeah...yeah baby," he whispered.

She moved, slowly, riding him, up...and down...up...and down...breathing gaspy, screamy breaths...up...and down...back down, hips rotating around...and around...and around...head back. 

He watched her, fingers digging into her hips...so good, so deep, she rocked harder...harder...deeper. Wetter. 

Up...and down...she kept moving...his fingers found her nipples and worked them...and she knew...knew she was going to explode. He was too hard. She was too wet. It was too fucking good.

Her rocking got more frantic, her hips swiveled faster, up and down, up and down, and he could see, feel she was going to come. He lifted his hips to meet hers and that was it. She buried her fingers in her hair, her head swiveling side to side, screaming, gasping, rocking hard to her slippery explosion all over his welcoming cock. 

He was done then. Done.

He pushed her off and over to her hands and knees. 

"Oh... god...yeah," she whispered.

"This is what you want, baby...," he whispered.

"FUCK yeah...," she said.

He smiled.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, feeling his beard tickling her again.

"I want to fuck you so fucking badly. Fuck your fucking brains out," he whispered.

He could hear her start to gasp.

"And guess what? No fucking around tonight. I'm about to do it," he said.

He took hold of her hips tightly in his hands and slid all the way inside her soaked pussy. She gasped so loud. He thrust himself all the way inside her, hard, so hard, so fast, no stopping, harder, faster, again and again. He was merciless.

She could barely breath but pulled away and turned over, pulling him on top of her.

"I want to see your face when you fuck me," she whispered.

"Oh yeah?" he whispered.

"Oh fucking yeah," she said.

"I want to see your face when you come all over me," she said.

He slid himself inside her, no more waiting, no hesitating. Nothing in the way.

"Oh god," he said.

"Yeah baby," she whispered. She moved her hands to her tits, to her nipples.

"Come all over me," she whispered.

"Oh god...say it again," he said, fucking her harder, faster, watching her eyes, her mouth, her hands.

"I've got my tits right here for you, baby. Can you come all over them like I want you to?" she whispered.

"OH god," he said. He was close, so close.

"Come all over me, all over my pussy, all over my mouth, all over my face, all over my nipples...I want your come ALL over me," she said.

He was done then, one more thrust and he pulled out, coming hot and sticky all over her belly and breasts and she threw her head back, loving every drop, every moment.

He paused to enjoy the moment, leaning down to kiss her, then fell on the bed and the both of them tried to breath.

"Christ," he whispered.

She ran her finger down her belly and brought it to her mouth.

"Yummy," she whispered.

He laughed quietly.

"You are a BAD girl," he whispered.

"Yeah?" she whispered.

"Oh yeah," he said.

"So it wouldn't surprise you if I said I want your mouth on me again?" she whispered.

He smiled.

"Where?" he whispered.

"There?" he said, moving over her.

"Yes...," she gasped.

"There."

"Right there."

The End.



Right There in the Road



You take my hand and with a wolfish grin, drag me across the cobbled road. It's about two in the morning and half the streetlights down here are broken: you glance back the way we came but there's no sign of anyone. Good. 

We've all been out tonight, everyone meeting up in that club just behind the market place. The exams finished last week so the remainder of the summer term will be a blur of all-day bar crawls, college balls and well-earned partying: tonight was a good start! After leaving the bar, my boyfriend et al went for some food from a nocturnal van, leaving just you and me to head back to the halls. They have no idea what's been going on for the last few weeks behind their backs. 

You're a fresher, two years below me, which is still noteworthy in the student world of age cohorts – but you have a filthy mind that's on my wavelength and you were quick to jump in when my relationship started to get rocky. Ever since then he and I have tried to sort ourselves out, and perhaps outwardly it seems that everything is super, but I still can't keep my hands off you. 

So here we are, giggling in the shadows on a shortcut out of town, everyone else so pissed that they wouldn't notice however long we take to get back. There is a low wall to our left – I suppose to stop cars from ending up in the river about eighty feet below – and you sidle up to me, backing me up against it. 

All the windows are dark around here, the locals surely in bed at this time on a Tuesday night. You hold my face in both hands, tenderly kiss me, two years younger but a head taller and I feel like our roles have been reversed. Already your erection is pressing against my hip in anticipation. 

"You look amazing tonight," you mumble, holding my waist in your big hands, "everyone was watching you dance."

I bite my lip and try to look innocent. "Really. Were you watching and wishing you could fuck me where I stood, in the middle of the room?" I had known people were watching me of course. Sometimes you can feel the eyes. I was wearing a particularly short skirt that night, a little black vest top and big bastard biker boots, heavily blacked-up eyes. The music was loud and angry as ever and I had thrashed and stomped and whirled. I call it 'dancing' but it was more primal than that, on some nights everything just falls into phase and I have to move. With every sway of my hips my loose skirt had flicked out, the beginning of the curve of my bottom becoming visible, and although there were far sluttier-dressed girls there, I felt like the star of the show. 

"Yes. I wanted to fuck you in front of everybody."

You place one hand on my thigh and lightly run your fingers along the hem of my skirt, let them slip up a little higher beneath the fabric. I can read your mind: you are imagining how hot it would be to pull it up and expose me to the night air. As your fingertips brush over the soft lace of my knickers, I can't help but tremble. Goosebumps race up my legs.

Glancing again up and down the road, your hands leave me and you undo your belt, open the zip on your combats. In that strange way that only really happens with illicit romances, after so many weeks I still find myself gasping in eagerness to see your cock. Tugged free of your trousers I subconsciously go to grab it. 

It is nothing like my partner's, which is maybe why I find it so moreish. Slender and long, your skin is so smooth and tactile, the head shiny with precum already. I cup your balls and coo with surprise when I realise, upon closer examination, that you have shaved everywhere. I want to feel everything at once! And more than anything I want to slide that shaft between my lips and into my throat. 

But as I start to duck down to taste you, you stop me. 

"Not now. I'm going to fuck you, now we're finally alone." But of course we're only barely 'alone', leaning on a wall with a row of houses on one side and a sheer drop of empty air behind us... the thought has me trembling already. 

You gently take hold of my shoulders and turn me around, facing out across the river, and I bend down to lean my forearms on the worn old stones. Standing so close I can feel your member bounce against my bum. For some reason tonight I want you to be in charge, so I leave everything to you. Placing your hands on the backs of my knees, you graze them all the way up to my round buttocks, and let that skirt that teased everyone tonight be pushed up to my waist. "Only for you," I think. People can have a glimpse when I'm showing off but I would only let you see me like this, expose me, uncover me so tenderly. I jump as you press your face into my warm crotch, inhale the scent deeply and give me a little nip through the lace. It makes me want to grind my hips back into you but I resist. 

Your fingers hook over the top of my underwear and you tug gently, rolling them over and over until they sit midway down my thighs. It feels strangely erotic, the rolling having made them more constrictive, now I can't pull my legs apart as far as I want to. You pause and I can tell that you are admiring your handiwork. 

As I gaze dreamily into the black air, your eyes are like a pressure on my skin. The stars are jostling overhead and the tiny lamps across the river pick out a couple walking home. The castle totters above them, lit in the usual lurid green and yellow. The shadowy side was a good choice. 

The slick wetness between my legs is starting to cool, but before I have a chance to say anything, I feel your spongy head press against me. My eyes close. With your first thrust, I exhale in a quiet, ragged moan, and you tell me "You're beautiful." You grip my hips and slowly press into me as deep as you can. Nobody else feels like you. When you screw me slowly like this I go wild, spearing me again and again, pressing against my g-spot at the start of every stroke. It makes me blush all over, do you know that? And I'm struggling to keep quiet. 

Being bent over like this feels surprisingly submissive. But not in that contrived sort of role-playing way, not pretending to let you take me when I know I'll get what I want in the end. It's hard to articulate. I desperately want you to cum inside me and every beautiful thrust sets off sparks. There is simply nothing else in my mind. I find myself whimpering and have to bite my lip to keep hushed. 

"Do you want this? Do you want me to fill you up?" you whisper fiercely, "You're going to go back to your boyfriend with my spunk inside you." It's melodramatic but incredibly dirty. And it's true. 

Our rhythm is getting more urgent but we are still perfectly in sync. Your cock seems to be swelling, pushing against my tight muscles. The thought, just the thought of your semen pulsing into me and overflowing out of my pussy, sets my nerves thrumming, and I am struggling so close to the edge. As you gasp and slam against my buttocks for the last time, I can't take it any longer, the wave of fire roars out from my core and eats away through my body, tingling to the tips of my brain. 

I don't want to pull away. In the orange afterglow I dopily roll up my knickers, put my skirt back in place, kiss you thoughtfully. You do up your trousers and try to look presentable, then take my hand gently. For the timebeing we have to get back to the real world.  



Right This Time



(Many thanks to my editor and friend Dawnj!) 

*

Nonni sat on a flat piece of rock, staring into the river, and she felt for a couple of smooth pebbles. She threw them into the river, one by one; they didn't leave any mark on the fast-flowing water. She grinned, a little bitterly, and looked over her shoulder at her companion, who was sitting on his haunches, a few feet away. He nodded at her. 

She sighed and returned the nod. She tried to formulate her thoughts, while taking in the view: the brown soil and the rocks, the sparse grass, a handful of white flowers, the lights on the water, the trees beyond and the shadow-play they cast on the ground. She loved this spot. She'd often gone here when she felt in need of some peace, no matter how brittle and short-lived; it was one of the few places where she had not felt any stress, and where the stifling unhappiness that had come over her so soon in her marriage seemed a little distant. 

There was the buzz of insects, and the sound of the water over the stones, the wind in the trees talking of distances and far-off fields. The peace and quiet would make her relax a little. She could allow herself to let her shoulders sag; at home she'd always draw them up unwittingly, as if she were afraid someone would hit her. Not that John ever had; he hadn't been physically involved with her apart from the rare times they made love - she pulled a face. Made love, indeed. It was a strange term for something rather obnoxious...

Almost immediately in their marriage he'd started to find fault with most of the things she did. He would look at her, and when she'd spent some time at whatever activity she engaged in he would tell her that she ought to do it differently. He often took over with an aggrieved expression. She could hardly do anything right, and she annoyed him no end. He didn't want to eat any of the dishes she'd learnt to cook as a child. He held no truck with silly things like nature or poetry, and where he'd reacted favourably to her attempts at sharing her feelings with him before, he relegated those emotions to the dustbin soon after. There was work to be done, and life was too demanding for any such things. It did wonders for her confidence, being told she was hopeless all the time... 

She'd taken refuge in her work. She had a nice job with nice people and there, at least, no one ever told her off or found fault with her; on the contrary, she was seen as an expert in her field. There, too, she elicited a smile with people now and then. She did have a sense of humour, even though John did not recognise it, and she loved words, and the others at her work held her in high regard. 

She'd tried to get John to tell her what it was that irked him; he never responded. He simply refused to communicate and gave her a disdainful look. The one thing that was a blessing was the fact that he was so often away from home. He'd indicated that he was away for work, and it didn't feel illogical or impossible to her. 

When they'd been married for ten years she'd tried to turn it into a festive occasion. She'd bought especially tasty food and cooked John's favourite meal. She'd laid the table with a nice bunch of flowers, a few candles and a bottle of wine, and she'd dressed nicely for the occasion... When John came home and saw her preparations he'd scowled at her. He blew out the candles, put the flowers on a side table and asked her what on earth she thought she was doing. 

It had been the last straw; she'd broken down completely. John had watched her cry for a moment, with a look of sheer irritation, before he legged it out of the dining-room. Nonni heard him start the car and drive off. 

She'd cried for a long time and when she'd completely drained herself she went into the kitchen, threw the food and the flowers away and put the dirty dishes into the sink. She made herself a few crackers with French cheese and poured herself a glass of wine, but it couldn't take the bitter taste in her mouth away. Now what, she thought. She realised that she was, quite simply, mortally afraid of him, and that she could not go on this way. She transferred her nightgown to the spare bedroom, and got some clean clothes from the wardrobe, just in case John were to sleep late, as he sometimes did. 

He'd come home rather the worse for drink. She had not gone to bed yet, and when John saw her in the living-room he told her to go to the bedroom and undress. Nonni cringed, but for once she flatly refused. John was flabbergasted. He looked at her as if the cat had started to talk, and he grew very red, and he repeated his order in a loud voice. 

Nonni stood firm. With her heart in her stomach she braced herself for the display of bad temper that was bound to follow. She trembled and backed away, but she didn't comply. She felt all blood drain from her face, and she looked at John's position in the room, ready to make a run for it - and then John started to shout. Nonni had experienced a lot, but she wasn't prepared for the torrent of abuse that came from his lips. He called her every name he could think of and enumerated all her faults. Her family was hopeless. She was a dolt, and he should never have started anything with someone like her; his parents had always warned him against her and her family. Then he started to compare her with Annabelle. It transpired that Annabelle was the paragon of womanhood. SHE never did anything wrong, SHE was good in bed, SHE was beautiful and HER skin was white, and SHE didn't look like - His words stung Nonni like a snake. She felt cold and hot and she picked up the vase and threw it at him. It grazed his shoulder. He shouted so much he had to stop, coughing violently. Then he took off his wedding ring, threw it on the floor, called her a worthless bitch, turned around and stomped out of her life.

John had never been here on the river, she thought. She was glad about it now; there were no connections with him here. After he'd left her, she found out he'd already known that Annabelle for years before they got married. She was a tall, pale, big-bosomed blonde, the exact opposite of Nonni in almost everything.

Nonni's grandparents had come from the Caribbean, and her father had made a fortune there while living in England. Still, she was not raised in luxury. Although her parents could easily have afforded sending her to public schools, they hadn't. Nonni'd gone to local schools, and to the nearest university, and she was well aware that her parents had always worked for a living. She was happy to do so, too. 

Her parents did help her out, occasionally. The house was hers. Fortunately she had arranged some things well when she married. Hardly anybody knew. When she'd just been married they'd lost most of their money again when a business partner of her father absconded... Now they were just moderately well-off - nothing fancy, but quite enough not to have to worry.

Nonni looked at her companion again. Phil gave her a tentative smile, and got up to stretch his legs. Then he sat down again, and looked at Nonni. She was in her late thirties, and he was mesmerised by her. He had been impressed by her looks ever since he'd first set eyes on her: her skin was the colour of burnished copper, he thought, and she had long, almost black hair and beautiful brown eyes. She was a little over five foot tall, and just a little plump - she couldn't look any better. Apart from being a real beauty she usually was very good company, too. Especially the last ten months or so he'd felt immensely drawn by her.

Now, though, there was clearly something on her mind. Something was eating her, and he wondered if she noticed him at all. She had told him she wanted to show him a nice spot on the river, and he understood what she saw in it, but he wondered if she'd taken him along just for the beauty of the place or if there was another reason. 

A squirrel came down the bole of a tree on the other bank. It sat looking at them for a moment before it vanished again. 

Ten years, she reflected bitterly. Ten years. She'd never talked about the years of her marriage. She had not wanted to saddle her parents with her troubles, and her best friend had warned her when she'd started to date John. Whether it had been something in his demeanour or her female intuition Donna couldn't say, but John had made her feel extremely uncomfortable, so much so that she had never visited Nonni once she'd got married. She quite simply couldn't stand the man. Bastard, plain and simple. 

Nonni had had too much pride left to go and confess; and so Donna and she had slowly drifted apart. Nonni knew that if she made the first move everything would be alright again, but the hurt and the disappointment and the self-accusations were quite raw still.

She felt her legs go stiff and got up. "Let's walk on a little," she said. "There's another nice place I'd like you to see."

They followed the narrow path along the river for about half a mile, to a spot where a couple of stepping-stones made it possible to cross. On the other side a path branched off into the wood. It ran to a sunny clearing where the trees had recently been felled. There were willow herbs, and foxgloves in abundance, and a few logs were still lying on the grassy ground. Bees were busily visiting the pink flowers. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes," he said. "Very beautiful. Very peaceful. Do you come here often?"

She nodded. "Yes," she said. "Let's sit down. Phil, there is something I'd like to tell you."

She looked at him as he sat down on one of the logs. He had a very nice face; he had grey eyes, wavy, dark blonde hair, and lines in the right places. He had nice hands, too, with long nails that were clipped short. John had grown rather stout during their marriage, and his fingers had come to look a little like sausages, stuffed and without character. He smiled at her again. 

John had only scowled at her. She wished, as she had so often, that she knew what it was he held against her, and why on earth he had married her. He had seemed to love her so much; she had no inkling why all that had suddenly been reversed. It was over a year and a half ago now that he had walked out on her. About half a year after he had left her, they happened to be at the same party together. It had been a minor disaster. John had exploded again as soon as he saw her. Fortunately everyone had taken her side, and John and Annabelle had been asked to leave, but it had shaken her considerably. 

She had used the last eighteen months or so to get herself going again. She had rigorously freed her house from any sign of John's former occupation, and she had restored it to the way it had been before he moved in with her. It was a great relief to do so; she could vent some of her anger on the arrangements John had made, and she really enjoyed getting her place up her own way. John had relegated her collection of poetry to the attic, and she gave it pride of place in the living room again. She made sure there were fresh flowers every week, and she played the music she liked, all those songs that John had dismissed as sentimental or puerile - she'd never understood what music he liked, if any. 

She shook her head. She looked at her hands: she had short fingers and she always painted her nails red, another habit she'd resumed after the divorce. She didn't know if they were nice hands; she knew what she liked in others. 

Phil shifted his legs on the log. He sat watching Nonni, wondering what was the matter with her. He worked in the same firm, and he'd always enjoyed looking at her, and talking to her. He'd always regretted the fact that she never took part in corporate outings or parties - she apparently always had to be home soon - until she suddenly did - with a vengeance. He'd heard from one of the typists that her marriage had stranded. He didn't want to make a nuisance of himself, but he did talk to her much more often, and he tried to have more contact with her. He enjoyed her sense of humour, and he loved her smile, especially when, as happened now and then, it was directed at him, engendered by something he said, or something she thought. 

Lately she really seemed to notice him. At the parties they laughed together, and talked together. They could share little jokes and they found they both had a smattering of Spanish, and he'd got the impression that he didn't seem too awful to her. He devoutly hoped so; he thought she was great. 

About a year after she'd been on her own again he had ventured to ask her out for a meal. She had politely declined, as she didn't feel up to it yet. But she did enjoy their talks, too, and she'd told him she'd like to take a rain check on it. Slowly but surely they talked more and more often, and they highly enjoyed each other's company. 

She had asked Phil to tell her all about himself. She had learnt that he was a bachelor, slightly older than she, that he had a sister their parents had adopted from somewhere in East Africa - Kenya or Tanzania, she couldn't remember - and that his parents had been rather wild in their youth. Now they were staid citizens, more or less, although they still went in for the sort of things her own parents definitely wouldn't - visiting pop festivals, for one thing. Phil definitely wouldn't be disparaging about music.

She sometimes wondered if there were any reason for his living alone. He was nice, good-looking and intelligent; he had a good income and he ought to be attractive to a lot of women, she thought. But she didn't know him well enough to ask.

A few weeks ago she had decided that he really was the nicest person she knew around, and she didn't want to keep him dangling; she didn't want to lose her chances with him, either. But she found it hard to talk about her preoccupations to him, and the atmosphere at her work was definitely not conductive to real talk at all. Eventually she had ventured to ask him out for a walk, one Saturday afternoon, and taken him to her favourite stretch of wood.

She shook herself and looked at Phil, and smiled a little nervously. 

"I have taken you here because I'd like to explain some things about myself," she said. "You've told me a lot about yourself, and I haven't, yet. Er - you see, I would like to take up that rain check, if your offer's still on -" Phil nodded - "but I think it's only fair to tell you who it is you may get involved with. I really like you a lot..."

Nonni looked away from his face and stared at the foxgloves that stood near to her. She held one hand in the other and squeezed it. 

"I think that you should be told. John, my ex, said the worst thing to me he could have said. You don't know how deeply that hurt. It still does. I've got mixed blood, so he had the geography slightly wrong -" a hint of a smile passed over her face, but Phil saw it wasn't a happy one - "but it told me he hated all I stand for, all that makes me me - my skin colour, my ethnicity... You know."

Phil nodded. He did; his sister had accounted various forms of discrimination at sundry times, and he'd always felt angry and helpless when she told him about it.

"My parents were modern enough to allow me to choose my husband myself; I sometimes wish they hadn't. Although their choice might have been a disaster, too. My marriage lasted ten years. Ten years wasted, ten miserable years. I don't want to fall into the same trap again."

She looked away from the foxgloves to the sandy stretch of path where a line of red ants moved from one clump of grasses to another. It lay looking very white in the warm sunshine; the ants, by comparison, looked almost black.

"You heard John shout at me at that party. He often did so, and when he didn't, he'd either tell me what I did wrong or ignore me. When I tried to celebrate our ten years together..."

She shook her head.

"I'd never have believed he could be like that beforehand. I was so lonely, all those years. You know, you start wondering if it's really something within you that's wrong. It was only when he ruined everything at our tenth anniversary... I couldn't take it any more. I was afraid he would hit me; but that wouldn't have been as awful as what he did."

She looked at him. He sat looking at her quietly, with a thoughtful expression. When their eyes met he raised his eyebrows and gave her a lopsided smile. 

"I am still lonely," she said. "But I prefer a loneliness of my own choice to one that is forced on me by someone pretending to love me. Don't get me wrong, I don't necessarily want to stay alone for the rest of my days; but I want to be very sure first. If one can ever be sure..."

She shook her head again. 

"So, you see, if you do feel for me I cannot offer you anything yet. I think you are a truly nice person. But the thought of committing myself to anyone scares the hell out of me."

She took a stick and made a ridge halfway the line of ants. It caused considerable commotion; but after a minute or so order had been restored, and the task, whatever it was, resumed. 

"I hope you won't give up on me. But I cannot promise you anything, and I don't know if I'll ever feel confident enough to try, and if you don't want any of this I will certainly understand."

She gave him some time to let her words sink in and then she looked up at him, to see how they had affected him. She was met with a nod and a smile. 

While trying to get his words right Phil scratched his neck and pulled a face.

"You must have had a rotten time," he said. "My sister is very sensitive to any mention of her skin colour. She's grown quick to take offence. Too quick, perhaps; some people are stupid rather than vicious, I suppose. But then, maybe I just don't understand how awful it feels - how it hurts. There's this Kevin Ayers lyric that says, 'Brown is the colour of skin / that I'd like to be in / 'cause it doesn't seem right / to be coloured so white.' I think yours is beautiful." 

He smiled a little to himself. "My sister is always busy with her appearance; she spends no end of money on hair-extensions. She doesn't have to, I think. She's really attractive, but she has her hackles up all the time. I hope she'll find a nice African husband in the end."

He shook his head and looked at Nonni. 

"I know there are people like John, but I cannot for the life of me understand them. Oh, girl, if I had been in his shoes... I'll be very happy to learn more about you - though if you feel there are things you'd rather not say, you certainly shouldn't." 

He smiled a little ruefully. Then he looked at Nonni's face, and he saw she looked very white and tense.

"Come," he said. "Maybe you can tell me something about the things you really like. Or would you rather stop talking and walk back to the uncivilised world?"

Nonni brushed the hair from her face. "We could combine the two," she said.

It was late afternoon when they parted. Phil asked her if she would like to bring a friend and have dinner with him the next weekend. He could bring his sister; it would make for a much less threatening situation, he thought. Nonni thought about the idea for a while and then she accepted. 

"I'll go and see Donna," she said. "She's an old friend I lost touch with. It's high time I saw her again."

Phil asked his sister and explained the situation. Wambui agreed to come; she understood at least one part of Nonni's fears only too well. Phil thanked her and went on to book a table for four.

Nonni drove to Donna's old apartment. To her relief she still lived there. She was in. When she opened the door and saw Nonni standing there she broke into a wide smile. 

"Come on in, come on in!" she said and she embraced Nonni closely. "So you're still alive! How's life?"

She led Nonni into the living room. It was as untidy as always; one of Donna's children was playing on the floor. Another one sat on the couch playing a video game and there were heaps of clean washing waiting to be folded or ironed. The TV was on in a corner but nobody was watching. 




Right This Time



Donna poured the two of them a big glass of Coca Cola. Nonni would have preferred tea, but she knew Donna seldom had any. She gave her a warm smile; Donna hadn't changed much. If anything, she'd grown just a little rounder. She'd always had a round, friendly face. She wore large silver hoops in her ears, and an old t-shirt that showed a daring amount of cleavage.

They sat down on the couch - Donna had to shove her son aside - and Nonni told Donna all about her years with John. Donna lamented her hard luck. 

"Oh girlie, girlie," she said. "You should've listened to mama."

"Yes," Nonni said. "Wise after the event..."

"Eh. Men. They're horrible, aren't they?"

Nonni smiled. "What about yours?"

"Eh," Donna said. "Bill's gone. He lives with some bitch in Birmingham. I've got myself a new one, though." She winked. "And you?"

Nonni shook her head. She didn't have anyone. She told her about Phil, and about the invitation.

"Would you mind coming?"

"Oh no. Of course not. So your Phil will be the only white person. Where will we be going?"

"He's not my Phil. I just like him."

Donna raised her eyes to the ceiling. "Of course, of course," she said. "You just like him. Well, it's a good thing I'll be there with you; and I hope you'll listen if I tell you he's no good."

"Your Bill ran off, too."

"Yes, but we had a thundering good time while he was here. He sometimes comes to see me still." This was accompanied by another wink.

"Alright," Nonni said. Donna was a great friend. They could hardly be any more different, but they really liked each other, and Nonni was very happy she was so readily taken back as a friend after all those years. 

They spent a pleasant time talking about all kinds of women' things, shopping, and clothes, and Nonni told her about Phil's sister.

"Oh, good," Donna said. "Maybe I could ask her to plait my hair for me."

Nonni said Wambui usually wore weaves, but Donna said that didn't matter.

"I'd like to meet her," she said. "I wonder if she's very white inside."

"I don't think so, from what Phil said about her," Nonni said. "Phil isn't, either - at least, not as much as John."

Donna asked Nonni to stay for dinner, but Nonni declined. She felt very tired. Donna looked at her sharply. "You'd better go home, girlie," she said. "Have a good night's rest."

They embraced again, and Nonni went home.

When Saturday arrived Nonni looked on the dinner date with some misgivings; however, she'd accepted, and go she would. She picked up Donna at her apartment and drove to the restaurant. Phil and Wambui were already there.

They had a lovely time together. The women found they were kindred spirits. Wambui readily agreed to come and plait Donna's hair, and she talked quite some time with Nonni about John's beastly behaviour. Phil sat looking at the three of them. He liked his sister, and Donna was a nice woman, he thought - but neither of them was in the least comparable to Nonni. He had quite some time to contemplate them; the others were far too busy comparing notes at first, and he felt he might just as well not have been there. 

He didn't really mind; he sat watching the interaction and grinning a little to himself. He had known Wambui for well over thirty years, but he'd never seen her like this. She obviously enjoyed herself immensely. Nonni, too, was different. Less tense, he thought. He smiled and shook his head. 

Nonni was the first to realise they'd left him dangling, and she managed to draw him into the conversation by changing its drift a little. The others looked at each other, and nodded. 

Donna looked at Phil appraisingly. He didn't put her into alarm phase red. If Nonni really saw something in this man, oh well, she would give her her blessing. He was rather white - but you couldn't have everything, and he didn't look at you as if he couldn't see the difference between one dark face and the other. 

The food was good. They had a pleasant table, far enough from the next one not to feel too inhibited by any other people, and they talked animatedly. Nonni enjoyed herself. Phil was quite as nice as she'd hoped, and she liked his sister. She was very much like the image she'd formed from what he had told her. She had a long face, a long neck and a skull rather like Nefertiti's. She had a very high forehead, and her hair began far higher up than usual. But it became her well, and she thought Wambui was a very beautiful woman. It was quite obvious she was really sensitive to stupid or nasty remarks.

He'd initially asked just me out, she thought. Now he was sitting there with three women chattering away... she hoped he'd get something out of it anyway. Then she suddenly realised that the meal definitely had the effect of making him much more human and far less of a possible threat to her. She remembered what he'd said when they were talking in the clearing, his regret at not having been in John's shoes... the memory made her blush. She looked down at her plate in the hope no one would notice. 

When she looked up again she saw he looked at her, smiling just a little, and when their eyes met he nodded. "Todos bien, chica?" he asked.

She smiled. "Todos bien," she said.

Phil kept himself to himself a little. He gave the others as much space as they needed, and just sat watching and listening most of the time. All in all, he thought, it was a roaring success. Nonni and Wambui both seemed far more at ease than usual. He didn't know about Donna; but she apparently enjoyed herself, too. Good.

When they eventually parted Wambui and Donna arranged to meet and get Donna's hair plaited. Phil was thanked enthusiastically by Nonni and Donna, who drove off together. 

"Alright, big bro," Wambui said. "Did things go the way you hoped?"

He nodded. "Yes," he said. "Thank you very much for helping out."

"Thank you, idiot," she said affectionately. "Ok then, please drive me home."

They got into Phil's car. "What do you think of them?" he said.

"You mean, what do I think of Nonni, I suppose?"

"Oh well, er - well, yes." He almost stuttered, and he felt a blush creep up his neck.

She smiled at him. "I think you have an excellent taste in girls. I hope she'll allow herself to come to terms with what happened, though."

"Yes," he said. "I really hope so, too."

Nonni drove to Donna's apartment. "Can I come in for a moment?" she said.

"You'd better, or else," Donna replied. They found the children still up. Donna sent them off to bed at one. Her son muttered some protest but she waved it away, and after some ten minutes or so they had the room to themselves. 

"Ok, then," Donna said. "Let me tell you what I think."

Nonni gave her a dubious look. "Oh well," she said. "Perhaps you'd better. Did you sense another John?"

"No, I didn't. If you really want him it's alright with me. He is ok - not at all pushy or intrusive. He wouldn't call you anything. Hmm, his sister will plait my hair, you know." 

"You don't mean to say that that makes him alright?"

"Eh! Don't be stupid! Of course not. But he knows what she feels, and that does make the difference."

Nonni nodded. "I'll see. Who knows..."

Donna offered her a drink, but she asked her for a glass of water. They sat talking about men for some time and then Nonni went home and to bed.

After Phil had dropped off his sister he went home. It had been a strange evening. The women obviously understood each other very well; they hardly seemed to need words to communicate all sorts of feelings. He knew he would never manage to achieve that sort of rapport with them. It felt impossible to get a true grip on how things like John's treatment of Nonni felt from within. He understood her well enough, though. 

Phew. He was tired, but he felt he would be quite unable to sleep. Instead he found himself a drink and he put one of his favourite CDs into the CD player and programmed Dr Nico's 'Boujie Ya Motema' on repeat. He always felt that that one track was the epitome of happiness translated into music, with its slow, unostentatious but insistently beautiful guitar, quite unlike those players that wanted to fill every split second with notes...

He sat back in his chair and held his hands behind his neck. He closed his eyes and saw Nonni's face before him. She was difficult alright, but whenever he looked into her eyes something happened in his head that was impossible to even try to fight... He heaved a deep, long sigh.

He was rather reticent, usually, and he had a tendency to look at others from the sideline. He had a few good friends, but he didn't see them too often; they didn't live near. He had had a girlfriend, once, but it had just been a fleeting thing and neither of them had been too sad when they parted. He didn't think he was too critical - he rather thought he'd just not come across anyone worth his while, until he met Nonni. 

He opened his eyes again and surveyed the room. He'd lived here for eight years now, and the place had grown fairly cluttered. It was full of things he'd liked to have. It used to fit like an old, well-worn sweater and he'd felt perfectly happy and contented. But lately he'd started to miss company, and he sometimes felt impatient with the books he loved and the music that had formed one of the bases of his existence. His friends had always said he was the perfect bachelor. He'd believed them; but he was not so sure any more. 

Suppose Nonni were there, in the other chair, or next to him on the couch? Sharing things made them twice as nice, he thought. When he still lived at home his mother usually came and listened to a new CD with him; sometimes Wambui would come, too. That had been lovely. He realised with a start that he actually felt bloody alone. Bachelor, alright... Oh dear, oh dear. He downed his drink and turned off the stereo. Bedtime, Phil.

Nonni fell asleep immediately, to wake up a little after two in the morning. She wasn't quite sure whether it was something she'd dreamt, or a sound in the night, but she was wide-awake, and the image of Donna came to her mind. She heard her say, "Of course, of course. You just like him," as if she were in the room with her. She sat up and considered her own actions of the past few weeks. She ran over her words to him in the clearing, and she compared him to John. Then she considered her adult life so far. Her marriage had been an absolute disaster, and she should have stopped as soon as she'd realised. Now why hadn't she? Had it been loyalties and fears, or unwillingness to admit defeat? She didn't know. Life had picked up once John had walked out of it, but it was a solitary existence, with her work as the real thing. Apart from that she seldom saw anyone. 

Donna. She could go and visit her more often. Maybe she could visit Wambui as well. And she could ask both women over to her place. They meant two possible escapes from loneliness for her. Phil's dinner party had really delivered something good. 

But apart from the odd evening or afternoon it would not really change anything much. She tried to look down the long vista of the future, and saw herself go grey and old, with the occasional tea party with Donna or Wambui, and possibly one or two others... rather like her father's sister, who, they said, was a confirmed spinster, but who looked just old and lonely to her. When she'd embarked on her marriage she'd expected to have someone to wake up with, someone to share things with, to laugh with or be silent with, not just for the odd once in a while, but every day. John had not just ruined that hope; he'd almost made her incapable of daring to dream again. The bastard, the goddamn bastard.

She felt the tears roll down her cheeks, for the first time in eighteen months. She didn't quite understand why they should come just now; it had been such a nice evening. If she weren't all alone she could have woken her partner, and he would have listened and nodded and put an arm round her shoulder and told her it was alright - todos bien, chica... Oh God.

Nonni sniffed, got up and put on her robe. She went downstairs and found Phil's telephone number. If only he doesn't mind, she thought. 

Phil was dreaming he was at home and his mother was just telling him something about Wambui when the telephone started ringing. It kept on going until he sat up and realised it was no dream, and he picked up the set on the bedside table.

Nonni was none too certain of herself. However, she just couldn't contain her misery and loneliness, and if Phil didn't understand she might just as well pack it in. She tried to explain she needed someone to talk to. Phil listened and made the occasional humming noise, and when she'd finished he told her he knew what loneliness could do to you. Would she like him to come over to her place? 

"Yes, please," she said; she would appreciate it very much.

Phil got dressed and drove the couple of miles to Nonni's house. He wondered what exactly was on her mind; he hoped he could help her out. 

When he rang the bell Nonni opened almost immediately. She'd got dressed quickly after she'd put down the phone, and she'd sat waiting for Phil to arrive. She greeted him with a wan smile; it was obvious to him she had been crying. He looked at her and smiled back. "Now, now, now," he said. "What's up, chica?" 

They went into the living-room, and Nonni tried to put everything she'd though in bed into words. It did take her some time, but Phil was quick enough to understand. When she'd finished, he shook his head and smiled at her.

"You know," he said, "I know exactly what you mean. When I got home tonight I played some music first, and I suddenly realised how badly I've missed the opportunity to have someone else listen along."

He looked at her face, and her figure in the old jeans and sweater, and he wondered once more what could have made that John behave the way he had.

"I think - you know, this may sound rather sententious, and I know it's easy enough for me to say so - but I really think you should try and exorcise what John did to you. When you keep carrying him on your shoulder he will have succeeded in making you miserable for life. He's nasty, and he's stupid, but I wouldn't want to grant him the victory. The people I know find you fantastic. You could have most men at your feet. You are sweet, you are beautiful, and you have a sense of humour. And when you feel at ease, you really shine - phenomenal woman, that's you."

He bit his lip. She was enough to make him feel happy and sad and he did not know which feeling was the stronger...

"You'd better look around you, and decide for yourself that enough is enough, and bury John and his Barbie-doll once and for all. They're not worth your worrying your life away. And then you can start anew and find someone nice. If you want any company I'll be overjoyed to help you out; but I don't want to be in your way, and I don't pretend to any claim on you."

Nonni sat listening silently. It made Phil feel very nervous. He did try to say the right thing; but he knew words could be tricky, and what if she thought he was a blabbering idiot? He looked at her and raised his hands in a supplicating gesture. 

Then she nodded. "Yes," she said. "Thank you for coming." She yawned. "I'm sorry, but I'm dead tired. I will sleep on it, and I'd like to come over and talk some more tomorrow. May I?"

Phil yawned, too. "It's catching," he said apologetically. "Yes, of course. What time will you come?"

"Would ten o'clock be too early?"

He shook his head. "Eight would be alright, too. But ten is fine." He got up and walked over to Nonni. "Take care, girl," he said. "And remember, you're worth tons of Johns."

Smiling, she got up. "Thank you, Phil," she said and kissed him briefly on the mouth. "I will do my best."

She walked with him to the front door and waved at him as he drove away. Then she undressed, went back to bed and notwithstanding her intention to think about what he'd said she dropped off to sleep immediately and slept like a log. 

Phil drove home and tried to go to sleep, too, but he still felt the brief kiss she'd given him on his lips, and he lay staring into the dark and thinking of her for a long time. 

The next morning he was up early; he wanted to make his place look as neat as possible. It did remain a little cluttered, but it looked tidy enough when he finished. 

Nonni rang the bell a few minutes past ten. Phil welcomed her warmly, and they went in. He'd made a big pot of coffee - he knew from their work she was a great coffee-drinker - and they sat down to a cup of it first. Nonni looked around his room, and she looked at Phil. 

"My," she said. "You do have a lot of things lying around." 

Phil nodded. "I'm afraid so," he said. "It's the residue of living alone for a long time. You know, the things you do to while away the time; evenings can be very long on your own."

"Uhuh. I know." She heaved a deep sigh. Then she told him about her hopes and fears, and about the way in which he fitted into them, and he sat still, listening, nodding now and then, and wondering how life, sometimes, really was a bitch. She had had a bloody hard time of it. The story she'd told him in the clearing in the wood had been so carefully worded that it had been clear, comprehensible and a little reserved; now it was the full-blooded story in all its sad detail. 

He looked at her in admiration. She did bring across how she'd felt all those years; they came horrifically alive. When she'd finished he nodded to her. 

"I can't imagine what made him marry you," he said. "He doesn't seem to have liked anything about you." 

She sat very still for a moment. "What do you like about me?" she said.

The question took him quite by surprise.

"Well," he said, "I er, I like your presence, for one thing. Just being in one room with you, and being able to look at you sometimes. And I like, oh well, everything there is about you. Your voice, and your eyes, and your looks, and the way you look at me and what you say. Although that can be scary, too..." 

He paused for a moment to formulate his thoughts. 

"You are beautiful. But there are more women who are beautiful, and none of them has your appeal." He shook his head. "I couldn't really say why that is - a je ne sais quoi... you can make the little hairs at the back of my neck stand up. I don't know if that's an answer that makes sense; I couldn't give a better one."

Nonni looked at the room, and at the crammed bookcase, and the piles of CDs. He followed her look.

"I know," he said. "It's just too much of a good thing. I should make room on my shelves, and be more critical. Apparently I'm only really critical in my friendships; that's why I'm still on my own."

He sighed. "I used to be quite happy that way. But you're on my mind more often than not."

She smiled at him. "Thank you," she said. "That's very sweet of you. I er - I would love to get to know you a lot better."

Phil nodded. "Shall we go and have dinner together, tonight?" he said. "Much as I liked last night, I'd love to take you out on your own, too."

"Yes please. Yesterday you told me you'd sat listening to music, and that you'd have liked to make someone listen along. Could you play it for me? John hated music, I think. At least, he never wanted to listen to anything I like."

"I hope you'll like this; I think it's happiness translated into music," Phil said. He turned on the CD player; Dr Nico was still inside. He took the remote and pressed 4. The guitar began, on its own, and then the song started going. 

Nonni sat back and listened. She tapped her foot to the rhythm. 

When the track had finished she smiled. "I do like this," she said. "I've got a live-album by Kassav. Some of the tracks are a little like it; it's very danceable. And I see what you mean about happiness." She bit her lip. "I could do with some," she added.




Right This Time



They had lunch together, and walked through the fields that afternoon. In the evening Phil took her to another restaurant, and they had a very pleasant time together. When they parted Nonni thanked him warmly, and she gave him another butterfly kiss. A little to her surprise he blushed, and she smiled contentedly.

As the summer grew warmer they spent a lot of time together, and they got more and more enamoured of each other. The butterfly kissed she'd given him at first evolved into real ones, longer and more insistent, and they would hold each other for far longer. Phil felt over the moon. He'd been afraid it might be a passing craze for Nonni; but she seemed as serious as he was. 

Some six weeks after Nonni had started to confide in Phil she asked him to come over for dinner at her place and stay the night. She'd cooked a casserole with frijoles and red peppers, and some guacamole and salad. The smell of the dish made Phil's mouth water. He had brought her a big bunch of roses, and she kissed him warmly when he came in. They had their meal in the garden, and after they'd cleared everything away they sat talking until ten thirty, when Nonni dried up an looked at Phil for so long he started to feel a little uncomfortable. 

"Phil," she said eventually, "er - you do want to sleep with me, don't you?"

"I er - oh yes, I do," he said. "Are you sure it's what you want?"

She smiled. "Yes, I am," she said. "Please."

Phil felt suddenly cold. He smiled at her and held his cheeks in his hands, and then he got up and kissed her. She kissed him back, fervently. "Good," she said. "Let's have a drink, first." She produced a bottle of yellow rum, and poured them each a few fingers of the liquid gold. 

"Cheers," she said. "To love."

"To love, and to us," Phil repeated.

The sipped their drink, and listened to the cars in the distance, and a dog suddenly barking from afar, and then they went in, and Nonni led him to her bedroom.

She asked him to come in, and quickly kissed him on his lips, and then she turned around and took off her clothes. Phil watched as she undressed. She had wonderful buttocks, he thought, and he loved the slightly darker patch of skin just over them and the sweep of her back...

He slowly took off his clothes, too. Nonni looked at him a little nervously, he thought; so he went up to her and softly took her in his arms. She smiled at him a little, but she felt somewhat wooden, and to make her relax a little he started to stroke her back, and the curve of her buttocks. He ran the other hand through her hair. 

"Why don't you kiss me?" he said.

She put her face up, but when he touched her lips there was hardly any response. Phil tried to stroke her breasts; she got more rigid still and he stood still, too, holding his arms around the woman he loved, not knowing how to go on .

Nonni saw John's ministrations as a kind of veil over Phil's image. The core of her body went all hard, and her legs didn't seem to want to cooperate. She tried to respond to his attempts at making love but her legs and her arms felt like sticks, and she couldn't stand the feeling of his naked body against hers any more; she started to shake uncontrollably.

She looked at Phil, who stood holding her, looking at her with despair in his eyes.

"Sorry," she said. "This is not going to work." She looked very pale, and she shook her head. "I want you to go home."

Phil felt as if his hair parted from his head. His earlobes tingled, and his eyes - there must have been something wrong there, too. He looked at Nonni, hoping it might be a joke, but the miserable look she gave him left no room for doubt. He raised his hands in supplication, and mumbled he was sorry - then he took his clothes from the floor, went to the landing, dressed and fled.

It was a dreary drive home. It was only ten minutes or so, but it felt like hours, and he kept searching his conscience for what on earth it was he'd done wrong, what it was that had made her look that way, the only woman in the world he'd ever really wanted... Nonni...

He went to bed straight away, but the night didn't bring any kind of relief - no sleep, the chief nourisher in life's feast - life's feast alright. Grey dawn found him still awake, and he got dressed and went out. The house held to many memories already - too many moments with Nonni when he'd not yet given offence...

He walked away from the houses and found himself in the wood before long, where he wandered aimlessly around, without really getting anywhere, going over the disastrous attempt to make love with Nonni, over and over again... when he eventually stumbled upon the clearing where Nonni had told him about herself, he was so tired that he had to sit down.

Nonni woke up with a terrible headache. She'd slept badly, waking up time and again and asking herself what had gone wrong, and eventually she'd called Donna. 

Donna had needed some time to get oriented, because she'd been fast asleep. She had had a wonderful evening. Rough, man, she thought. It had been very good, very satisfying - but very fatiguing as well, and it had been past twelve when Bill had said goodbye and started for Birmingham.

When she heard Nonni's lament, though, she was almost immediately wide awake. She oohed and aahed while Nonni told her what had happened, and when she stopped talking, she remained silent for quite some time. Then she said, "Nonni - what's the matter with you, baby? Didn't you realise before you didn't want him?"

"But I do want him. It's just - I don't know -" 

Donna heard her sniffle and cry on the other end of the line. 

"You are afraid it'll be John all over again, aren't you?" she said. "Did John and you ever have a good time in bed?"

She didn't get an answer. She didn't even hear Nonni snuffle any more, and decided, quite accurately, that she was probably crying silently now. 

"Girlie, girlie," she said. "You're denying yourself a big chunk of happiness." Then she waited patiently for Nonni to stop crying. 

"Why don't you try again at Phil's?" she asked. "There's no ghosts there, and once you've found it's alright they may have gone at your place, too."

Nonni blew her nose. "I don't know if I can," she said, "and I don't know if he'll ever want to see me again. He's probably very angry."

"Did he shout at you, too?"

"No, he didn't. He - when I told him to go he just backed away. He tried to say something, but I -"

"Look," Donna said. "Do you want him?"

"Yes," Nonni said. "But -"

"Oh come on, forget about that. You just go there and find out. He's probably just as miserable as you."

They'd kept on talking for a considerable time after that; and Nonni spent the remainder of the night sleeping fitfully. 

When she got up she took a couple of paracetamols first. Fortunately they helped, and when she left home her head was feeling better, at least. 

She arrived at his house at nine. She braced herself, getting all her courage together, and rang the bell. There was no response. His car sat in front of the house on the kerb; he ought to be near, she thought. She tried once again, but he definitely was not at home. 

Oh God, she thought, what do I do now? She found her cell phone in her bag and rang Wambui. 

"No," she said. "I have no idea. I thought he was with you?"

"I bungled it yesterday," Nonni said. "He - I sent him home."

"Wow," Wambui said. "Really? What was wrong, then?"

"I was - We tried to - I er - It all went wrong and all my marriage years came back to me, and it didn't work out -"

"Oh, poor girl - poor Phil," Wambui said. "Did you try his house?"

"He's not in."

"He may have gone for a walk. He usually does when he's unhappy. He goes to the wood, but I really don't know where exactly."

"Oh. I will try to find him. Do you think he'll be angry?"

Wambui considered her question for a moment.

"I don't think so," she said. "He's probably devastated. I hope you'll find him and I wish you luck."

Nonni rang off. She wondered what to do for a moment; then she found herself drifting into the wood, hoping to find Phil somewhere. From his house there was a public footpath that ran along a field of rape seed to the edge of the wood. It was an old beech wood at first, dark and silent, and very cold. She saw no sign of Phil. She shivered, even thought the weather had been warm outside. But gradually the wood changed to beech and oak, with ferns in the undergrowth, and to her surprise she found herself on the river before long, back in the sunshine.

She slowly made her way to her favourite spot on the riverbank. It was only a few weeks ago that she'd sat here, trying to explain about herself. She felt her eyes fill with tears. She brushed them away - she didn't want to wallow in self-pity again - and decided to go to the clearing, to try and think it all over and force herself to come to terms with it.

The warm sun on her skin felt good. She decided that she'd put everything on paper - maybe Phil would be willing to read it. She hoped so; when she stared into the river she saw his eyes before her, and she could hear his voice in her mind's ear. She still didn't really understand what exactly had gone wrong. Maybe she would be able to put her thoughts together in the clearing. It had been her last resort for a long time; it had always given her peace. 

She came to the stepping-stones and went across. She half expected the squirrel to show its face again, but it didn't. The sudden flash of silliness made her smile. You are an idiot, she thought.

She walked up the other bank and into the wood, along the sandy path to the clearing and then stopped short. 

There was someone sitting on a log with his head in his hands. It couldn't miss; she would recognise that back in a crowd of backs.

She softly walked up the clearing, and sat down next to him. 

"Phil," she said. "I -" 

He let go of his head and looked up at her. He looked so miserable that she felt herself turn completely pale; but she took his head in her hands and shook her head. "I didn't mean to - I just went all hard inside, I er -" She tried to explain, but couldn't, and then she pulled his head to her face and kissed him. To her immense relief he didn't pull back, or get up, or shout. 

Instead he held on to her for dear life and cried his heart out. She stoked his hair and his back with one hand, and she kissed his eyes, and she tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. 

Eventually Phil's tears subsided, and he sniffed and looked at Nonni. "I am so sorry," he said. "I don't know what I did wrong - I love you so much and I thought you'd never want to see me again."

Oh god, she thought. Oh god. "You didn't do anything wrong," she said. "It was just me - it was my past all over again. John would tell me to undress, and then he'd be on to me like a bulldozer. And all that came back to me and my muscles wouldn't work and I - I don't think I can explain. I thought you'd be so angry." 

Phil shook his head. "Of course not," he said.

"When you were there I wanted you to go and when you had gone I wanted you so much - and I knew I'd be a disaster again, and then I called Donna -" She had to pause to breathe, and to collect her thoughts, but the words wouldn't stop. "And she said I'd better try again at your place, and Wambui thought you'd be with me, and she said she thought you wouldn't be angry -"

She stopped to kiss him again. He smiled at her, a somewhat watery smile, but it made Nonni's heart sing. "You do still want me, do you?" she said.

Phil could only nod. He bit his lower lip and tried not to start crying again.

"I want you, too," she said. She sat down on his lap. "Shall we try?"

She kissed him again, deeply this time, and she pressed her tongue into his lips. He kissed her back.

"Shall we try?" she said again.

"Here? Now?"

"Yes, please," she said. "This would be the best place for me." 

He nodded. "Ok," he said. "I'd love to. But please, tell me what you don't want me to do - I don't want to bungle things again."

She shook her head. "Just be tender to me," she said. "It wasn't you. It was just me."

Then she tasted his lips again. They were a little salty with the residue of his tears, but she didn't mind, and it told her how badly he wanted and needed her. She put a hand on his chest and rubbed his nipples through his shirt. 

Phil simply stroked her hair at first. He was overcome with the sweetness of her kisses, and the reversal of the gloom he'd felt only minutes ago, and he was afraid he might just wake up to find he'd been dreaming. But when she let go of his chest and pressed her breasts into him he felt himself slowly come alive to her body. 

He took her face between his hands and smiled at her. "You are a strange woman," he said, "but I love you more than I could say." Then he stroked the upper part of her breasts and took the top button of her blouse between his fingers.

"May I?" he said.

She nodded. "Please," she said. 

Phil needed no further encouragement. The feeling of her buttocks on his thighs and her breasts pressing into him had aroused him no end. He had a raging hard-on, and he revelled in the feeling of her tongue exploring his mouth, and he slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. 

Nonni let go of his back for a moment to allow him to take her shirt off. The straps of her bra fell down her shoulders. He caressed her nipples through the thin material for a moment, and then unhooked it. Nonni raised her buttocks and she undid the fastening of her trousers. Then she got off his lap and removed her jeans. She was standing in front of him in her panties and he looked at her again. This time she didn't feel herself go cramped inside. She felt his eyes on her body as a sweet caress, and he almost reverently touched her nipples for a moment. 

"Please, my beauty," he said. "let me take off your panties." 

She came close enough to allow him to do so, and he pulled them down her legs. Then he bent into her and planted a kiss on her pubic hair. He looked up into her eyes and smiled, and got a smile back in response, a warm, happy smile, quite unlike the tense look that had haunted his night and morning.

"Please," she said. "Could you get up for me?"

He rose and she wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him again, long and tenderly, while she undid his buttons and stroked his back. He ran his hands all over her back and buttocks, and caressed her shoulders, and when there were no buttons left to undo she stepped back. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and then she sat on her haunches and pulled his trousers down his legs. She unlaced his shoes, and he stepped out of them, and she removed his trousers, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underpants and shoved them down in one go. 

His penis sprang alive. She briefly put a hand around it, and squeezed him encouragingly. Then she kissed the tip, and from there she kissed her way up his skin from the base of his cock up to his mouth. Her long hair tickled his tummy and felt like a caress on his cock; to his regret it slowly moved up and away from it. He felt for her breasts, and stroked the soft underside, trying to memorise their shape, their wonderful roundness, the stiff nipples and the slightly puckered skin of the areola. The sunlight danced on her shoulders, bright and warm - but no match for her eyes, he thought - they were the best thing about her always.

As she rose his penis got caught between their bodies. Nonni put out a hand and took hold of him, and she slowly massaged his length. She smiled at Phil and pushed him down back onto the log. Her sex was right in front of his eyes, and he stroked her pubes and looked up at her and smiled. Then he pulled her close and kissed her belly. He stuck his tongue into her navel, and felt a shudder go through her body.

Nonni was so wet she felt her juices drip down her legs. She needed him and to her immense relief she did not feel tensed up or held back - and she held his shoulders to steady herself as she stood over his lap with her legs apart, and slowly lowered her beautiful buttocks over his thighs. 

"Please," she said, "I want to feel you inside." Phil directed the tip of his penis at her pussy. He parted her labia with his other hand and Nonni slowly let herself sink down over him. He felt warm and reassuring inside her, and she squeezed his cock with the walls of her pussy. She looked at him and heaved a deep sigh. He smiled at her. 

"Todos bien, chica?" he said, and she nodded hard, while she felt the tears run down her face.

Then she sought his lips and his tongue, and started to ride him slowly. He tried to meet her thrusts as well as he could. She was lovely, and sweet, and desirable, and he felt her pussy lips move up and down his cock like a couple of little fingers, insidiously talking to him about love and happiness and slowly bringing him up steam. He held her sides, and she bit his lips as she pulled his face into hers, as hard as she could - Oh Phil, she thought, I'll never let you go. 

She danced on his lap. She felt like a butterfly in the heart of a flower, and she drank the honey from his mouth while she bathed his cock in a continuous stream of juices. They looked into each other's eyes, and Phil saw that she looked entirely happy and at peace with her world. Finally, thank God, he thought. Now we can't ruin things again.

He moved one hand in between them and found her clit. It stood proudly away from its protective covering, and he touched it carefully -- oh, girl, he thought, as he felt her shiver in his arms. She pressed her breasts against him while he rubbed the sensitive nub. She bit his tongue, just for a moment, and then she really picked up speed. She rode him hard and fast and lovingly, in complete abandon. He looked at her, delighting in the freedom she felt with him, and he stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples, and then he ran a hand through her crack and stroked her anus, just for a second. 

She put her arms around him and held him close while she rode them to a climax. Her hair was in his face, and a few hairs were in his mouth. He couldn't care less; it was the sweetest moment he could imagine. It was only seconds later that he felt her legs take him in an iron grip and she came and came and came. She felt between her buttocks with one hand and squeezed his balls, and when she let go he felt his entire being spurt out of him, all his pent-up feelings, all his love for her in one series of hot spurts... she took his face in her hands once more, panting , laughing and crying. When they could breathe again she looked at him and grinned. 

"Donna said I was denying myself a big chunk of happiness," she said. "Now I know what she meant."

"Yes," he said. "You are all a man could need. I'm so glad you found me here -" 

She put a finger on his lips and then she put her arms around his neck, and kissed him again, long , long , long... "You won't go again?" she said. "We'll be alright?"

"Never," Phil said in between kisses. "You've defeated your ghosts, chica. We will be alright from now on."



Right Time, Right Place!



The late afternoon Dubai sun beat down over the beach. The beach was pretty much empty of holiday makers now apart from me and my mate. We were determined to make the most of the sun and this holiday in general as it was costing us so much. So we lay on our sunbeds in just swimming shorts determined to get the best tan possible before heading back home to the UK the next morning.

The holiday had been one to remember so far. Clubbing every night, most of the days spent on the beach soaking up the sun and checking out girls in bikini's. Good times. It had really brought me and my friend, Colin closer than ever. The only thing that had been missing from it was sex. Despite hitting the bars and clubs everynight and making out with a few different chicks, neither of us had gotten laid. This was starting to grate on the both of us. Yesterday we actually stayed in our Hotel room most of the morning jerking off to porn on Colin's laptop just to ease our case of "blue balls". It was getting desperate.

"I need some pussy!" Colin suddenly came out with, breaking the silence on the beach.

I looked around to see if anyone had heard this rather inapropriate outburst but there was no one in sight.

"I know it, man. Perfect holiday apart from the lack of clunge." I laughed.

I was 24 and Colin was 21. We'd been good mates for a couple of years now and had never had trouble with the ladies. We both had steady girlfriends back in the UK but were definately looking for some no strings attached fun on this holiday.

"Fuck it," Colin said, "Lets go for a quick swim before we head back to the hotel, mate."

"Yeah, cool." I said and joined him in heading towards the cool blue sea.

The water was gorgeous. Clear blue, gentle waves and so cooling after lying in the sun. We splashed around a bit, floated on our backs and swam up and down the length of the beach a couple of times which was good for us because we both liked to keep in shape. Colin already had a six pack stomach and I was determined to get one too. I was nearly there but sticking to a "70 sit ups a day routine" when on holiday was proving hard work.

"Hello," Colin said with a glint in his eye,"Look at that!"

I turned in the water to see what he was staring at.

"Wow," I said, "She is gorgeous."

Further down the beach a young brunette girl was splashing around in the water. The sun was glistening off the water that had collected on her young, firm body.

"I need a closer look, mate." Colin said and swam towards her.

Thinking Colin was about to embarass himself i quickly followed.

As we got closer I could make out the girl was wearing a red, white and blue strapless bikini top and I assumed matching bottoms but she was waist deep in the water so I couldn't see.

What was she doing at the beach on her own? She also looked like she was posing but for who?

I looked to my right at the beach and got my answer. A man in his 40's, wearing shorts, t-shirt and a cap was taking pictures of her though an expensive looking camera. This wasn't some pervert taking pics of a hot girl, it looked like a photoshoot. Was she famous?

We obsereved the shoot for about another minute before the man shouted over to the girl in the ocean.

"Ok, Louisa, that's a wrap! It's getting late. Great stuff!"

The man then turned away and started to put his equipment away as the girl, Louisa headed in land towards the beach.

Once out of the water, We could see her body in all it's glory. She was wearing matching red, white and blue striped bikini top and bottoms and was a sight to behold. She shook hands with the camera man and then made her way over to a towel that was lying on the beach as he headed off towards the hotels.

"Oh, she is fit as fuck," Colin said "Lets go talk to her."

"Why not." I shrugged and we headed out of the water towards her.

She was now led on her back on the towel. Sunglasses over her eyes. As we got closer I realised who she was.

"Holy shit! It's Louisa Lytton!" I said as quietly as I could to Colin.

He stopped.

"As in, Louisa Lytton from Eastenders?"

"Yep and The Bill and Strictly Come Dancing. Think she's supposed to be in the next American Pie film aswell," I said "I've perved over her pics on the net!"

He laughed "Fuck it, man, lets go talk to her!"

This could be the perfect end to the holiday, meeting a hot celeb so I agreed. Maybe I could get a pic taken with her for my social networking profile. That'd be awesome.

We made it over to her and observed her lying there for a minute. I could see her eyes were closed behind her sunglasses so I took the chance to really check out her body. She was petite but perfectly formed. She probably looked a bit younger than she actually was(I could remember seeing she was 19 on the net) but she gave off sexiness and cuteness equally.

The droplets of ocean water tricked over her skin as she lay in the sun. She lifted herself up onto her elbows causing the water droplets to run down her flat, tonned stomach, eyes still closed and tilted her head back really soaking up the warm sun.

"Hello there." Colin said with a smile.

Louisa's eyes snaped open liked she'd been pulled out of a trance.

"Oh hey," she said sounding slightly startled but she made no attempt to escape or cover her body with the spare towel that was folded by her side.

"You're kinda famous ain't you?" He said "Louisa lytton, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," She smiled, "I don't get recognised very often."

"What was with the photoshoot?" I asked finding it hard to keep my eyes on her face.

"Oh, I've designed a couple of my own bikini's. It was photos for the site that's going to sell them." She replied.

"Very nice bikini it is too." I smiled as I tried to be as confident as possible.

"Thank you." She smiled.

Then i noticed something that shocked me. Louisa looked me and Colin up and down. It was sly and very brief but she definately checked us out!

"You guys are in good shape, you work out?" She then added.

A huge smile came across mine and Colin's face.

"We try." Colin smirked.

I don't know about Colin but my currently soft dick twinged with excitement when she said that and I imagine his did the same.

"Listen, I'm gonna head back to my hotel," Louisa said as she stood up, "You guys want a picture with me or anything?"

The excitement me and Colin felt subsided in a heartbeat. She was just being polite and wanted to get away now.

"Yeah, sure." I said deflated.

I stood next to Louisa, put my hand round her waist and we both smiled for the camera phone, Colin had just pulled from his shorts pocket. Then he posed with her and I took a pic making sure to get her gorgeous body in as these pics were probably gonna get wanked over by me and Colin later.

"Ok, nice meeting you, guys." Louisa said as she gathered her things and started heading off the beach.

"Shit," Colin sighed, "For a second, I thought we might be in there."

I laughed and shrugged it off.

"Oh well."

We checked out her perfect ass in those tight bikini bottoms as she walked away.

She stopped...

She pulled a piece of paper from somewhere and wrote a note of somekind on it.

She then walked back to us as quickly as she could over the soft sand, handed me the note and and walked off towards the hotels again just as quickly.

"What does it say?" Colin asked.

It was folded. I opened it up and my jaw dropped.

"It's her hotel, the number of her room and it says we should meet her there in ten minutes!"

"Fuck off!" Colin laughed as he snatched the note from my hand and read it for himself.

"Holy shit!" He said after reading it and taking in what was about to happen.

Eight minutes later...

Knock, knock, knock. No answer.

"She's teasing us, man!" Colin said.

I was thinking the same thing and then the door opened.

Louisa stood there, still in that awesome bikini, sunglasses on top of her head to keep her shoulder length brown hair out of her face.

"Hey, come in." She smiled.

"What's this about?" I asked hoping me and Colin had read the situation right.

"You guys are hot, I've been here for two weeks with no sex. Simple as that." She smiled.

I was speechless but Colin wasn't.

"Funny, we've been in a similar situation, babe," He said as he walked over to her and started making out with her.

He always was more forward than I was. I shut the hotel room door as Colin and Louisa continued making out in front of me. He was tongue kissing her deeply. Both had their eyes closed as they explored each other's mouths with their tongues.

I walked over to them and ran my hands over Louisa's shoulders and back as they kissed. Then she turned to me and we started kissing. She was one hell of a kisser. Her tongue forced itself into my mouth, desperate to be massaged by mine. I kissed her back hard, savouring the taste of her mouth and saliva.

"Mmmm, fuck, you're so hot." I moaned inbetween the kissing.

Colin was running his hands over her back and arse as we kissed. Feeling her pert ass cheeks though her bikini bottoms.

"Finally, some action!" He smiled at me.

Louisa broke away from the kiss.

"Drop those shorts, boys." She said biting her lip in anticipation.

We quickly followed orders, pulling our shorts down and kicking them away. We now stood naked in front of Louisa.

"Mmmmm, nice big dicks." She groaned as she dropped to her knees in front of us.

Both me and Colin were pretty blessed when it came to dick size. We both had similar fat 8inchers except I was circumsized and he wasn't.

We both had semi's and Louisa looked them up and down before taking a dick in each hand and tugging at them slowly.

Louisa moved her mouth towards Colin's penis. His foreskin was hanging down slighty over his cock's head. She gently flicked her tongue over the forskin over hang before pulling it back to reveal his pink bell end. She swirled her tongue around it slowly, clockwise and then back the other way.

"Mmmmm, fuck, that's nice." He moaned.

My cock was now rock hard in Louisa's other hand from watching her mouth at work on my mate's cock.

She put the head of Colin's penis in her mouth and sucked it slowly up and down, cupping his hanging balls in her hand she she did.

He continued to groan as she blew him off slowly and firmly. She sucked the cock upwards hard and it left her mouth with a pop.

"You're turn." She smiled as she moved her mouth towards my dick.

The feeling was incredible. Having not had my dick sucked since I was with my girlfriend last over a week ago. I was overwhelmed with pleasure as she worked my cock with her mouth. She was squeezing my balls gently as her head bobbed up and down on my hard dick.

She looked up into my eyes as she slowly licked the base of my penis to the tip.

"Now you two need to return the favour." She said as she gave my dick one last long suck and then did the same to Colin.

She stood up, unclipped her strapless Bikini top and then pulled her bottoms down to her ankles before kicking them away.

Her body was perfect. Pert small tits, perfect arse, sexy tonned stomach and shaved pussy. Just perfect.

She led on the bed and spread her legs wide showing us her cunt for the first time. Colin went straight between her legs and started eatng her vagina hungrily while I lay beside her and worked her tits.

Sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room along with Louisa's moans as Colin ate her cunt out. I sucked softy but firmly on her pert tits, running my hand over her firm belly at the same time. She was loving it.

I ran my tongue down the her midriff, flicking my tongue in her belly button as I went and then back up to continue sucking her tits.

This was just what me and Colin needed after a shit week sex wise. It was heaven.

"I need a dick in my pussy now!" Louisa groaned, "Someone, fuck me now!"

After a quick game of rock, paper, scissors between me and Colin to find our who went first, I pulled Louisa to the edge of the bed, still on her back, lifted her legs over my shoulders and slipped my rock hard cock into her wet, waiting vagina.

"Oh my God!" I let out as she vagina clenched my dick, "Fuck, you're pussy feels good!"

Colin positioned himself at the right of her head and pushed his hard cock towards her face.

"Mmmm, suck it while he fucks you, baby!" He groaned.

She turned her head to meet his dick and started sucking it fast and hard as I gathered pace, pounding her tight, hot pussy as fast as I felt I could without blowing right there and then inside her.

Then the decision was made for me.

"Hurry up and cum, man so I can have a go!" Colin smiled at me.

I let my orgasm build and build, holding back for as long as possible. My dick slipping in and out of her cunt with such ease. It felt like her pussy was milking my dick.

I fucked harder and harder and then at the last minute possible, pulled out, grabbed my cock as it cummed and shot rope after rope of my hot spunk over her belly.

"Mmmmmm, fuck!" I groaned as my balls emptied themselves over her.

I collapsed away from her, covered in sweat. Five ropes of my gooey fresh cum were streaked across her sexy stomach.

Louisa grabbed the bed sheet and wiped the cum from her stomach and out of her navel.

"Your turn, bigboy," She smiled to Colin, "Lay down"

Colin lay on the bed and held his dick so it pointed upwards. Louisa then mounted it, facing him.

She let out another groan as his dick filled her pussy before starting to bounce up and down whilst rocking backwards and forwards.

"Damn, this girl knows how to fuck!" Colin let out as she rode him hard.

He ran his hands over her belly and tits as she bounced. She was arching her back and running her hands through her hair.

As she continued to fuck Colin's brains out, she ran her hands over his six pack stomach.

"Mmmm, cum inside me you stud," She groaned, "Fill my fuckin' pussy with your cum."

"Oh, it's coming, babe." He smiled.

He held her waist tightly and started to move his ass up and down so his dick met her movements and they were in sync.

"Mmmmmmmmm, fuck!" He groaned as his balls tightened and his cock shot rope after rope of hot cum up into Louisa's vagina.

She lifted herself up off his dick as she let out a couple of fanny farts and his hot, fresh cum dripped from her pussy.

"I fucking needed that, guys." She smiled.

"So did we." I smiled.

We got dressed, hugged Louisa goodbye and left in awe at what had just happened.

"Well, that was a pretty good end to the holiday after all." Colin smiled as we left her hotel.



Right Time, Right Place...



How did we end up together? Right time, right place, and a screw-up in a hotel reservation. It was as simple as that.

Okay, let me back up. We had known each other a long time. Business associates, gym buddies, best friends, really. Since our marriages went south, his then mine, a long time ago. Neither of us had any interest in going that route again, so it was work, and some community projects that took up our time. That and the gym, bodybuilding. 

So we were there because a bunch of guys at the gym had subscribed the weekend to support one of the young dudes who was competing. We signed on because they needed two more to make up their quota. The deal included transportation and accommodation, but we opted to drive down, arriving in time for the semi-finals in the afternoon, with the finals in the evening.

We figured we would register, drop our bags and come on down for the events. When we got there, the room had not been made up. The desk, with apologies, said they could complete the check-in so we would not miss the afternoon, and gave us our keys, on the promise all would be ready and our luggage waiting in the room when the event was over. 

As the afternoon crowd dispersed, I went on up, he was to follow. The luggage was in the room, as promised, but the room was a single. We had been guaranteed a double. 

Back at the desk, the clerk apologized, and assured us - he had joined me by then - the oversight would be righted immediately. But when the clerk checked his occupieds, he discovered to his chagrin there were no doubles available. He explained the predicament to the concierge who immediately got on the phone, searching nearby hotels for alternate accommodation. There was none. All rooms sold out. Besides the competition there were two conventions in town.

The concierge rechecked the occupieds, apologized again, said there were no doubles to be had, but the hotel could offer us a king-size single. 

Not on. We were adamant. At this point I should make it clear that both of us were straight as an arrow. Then.

So, looking at each other, we sort of asked the other what we should do.

"Well, it is what it is," he - my guy that is - said, "It's not what we had been guaranteed, but let's not dick around. I am not really keen on four hours drive home in the middle of the night."

I was not so upbeat. 

But he prevailed. "It's one night, and it's not like we haven't shared a room before," he said. 

I caved. "Okay." 

The concierge, relieved, immediately said, 'Then we would be pleased to have you stay as our guests. I will have the night auditor comp the charges." 

"Well, that certainly sweetens the deal," we agreed. 

"It is our error," the concierge said, "and we appreciate you working with us through what for us is an embarrassing situation."

In the evening finals, the kid placed second. There was an impromptu lobby reception, him still in his briefs, trophy in hand, posing for photographs, congratulations, hi-fives, thank you's all around. And general criticism and comment on the judging, "It should have been yours. Next time." 

After that it was, .. well, as I said, it was a matter of the right time, right place. 

Right time. Right place. And the right guy. 

So, immediately we're in the room, he was kicking off his shoes, making himself at home. Shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it, then shirt and pants off. He retrieved a bottle of scotch from his overnight bag, got two glasses from the console, poured himself the requisite dram, straight up, and asked, "You want?"

"Thanks, no," I said. Then I changed my mind, "Yeah. Yeah, I do." 

"Port or starboard?" he asked.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"Port or starboard? Left side or right side? 

The bedding arrangement. I shrugged. "Right, I guess." Meaning I would be on his right, and he would be on my left. 

"Right it is," he said. 

"I'm sleeping naked. Just so you know," he said. 

"You've got your side. I've got mine," I replied, but, 'Fuck,' I thought, 'seriously what have I said 'yes' to?' 

"Works for me" he said. "Shower?"

"Go ahead. When you're finished." I said. He stepped out of his slacks and shorts, and, bare-assed, disappeared in the bathroom. 

I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt, likewise got out of my slacks, folding them at the knees, legs together, draping them over the back of a chair. Then I settled in a side chair with my scotch, clicking through the TV channels, the door to the bathroom open. 

He came out, hair still damp, flipped back the bed-covers, punched up the pillow, and dropped onto the bed. "What's on?" he asked, indicating the TV. 

"Just the local sports," I replied.

"Anything about our boy? " he asked.

"Not yet anyway," I replied, offering him the clicker, "You want it?"

"Naw," he said, then changing his mind, "well, maybe."

I went into the bathroom. Showered. Dried off and hung up the towel. 

Then, back in the room, I pulled on a fresh pair of gotchees. Like him I preferred to sleep in the altogether, but in deference to the current arrangement, I thought it appropriate for one of us at least to have a minimum of modesty. 

I walked around to my side of the bed, sat down, swung my legs up and onto the bed and stretched out straight. 

He was thumbing through his Blackberry, hunkered on the bed with his knees up. He glanced at me in my gotchees, and snorted.

"Whaat?" he asked, "You think I want to jump your frame?!"

"A guy can dream," I retorted. Ironically, I have thought how many times later. But then, thinking of getting it on with anybody, let alone a guy, let alone a guy whom I considered to be my best friend, nn-nn, no way. 

Nevertheless, getting into bed beside him, I could feel myself coming up with something of a chubby. I pulled my knees up, like his, and thumbed through my Blackberry, looking for what messages there were.

He looked over, sizing up my predicament. When I stuffed my hand down through the elastic top to rearrange my stuff, he snorted. "You're gonna strangle yourself." 

Then continued, "What the hell," he said, "be comfortable. 'Let it all hang out'. 'Let the wind blow free'." 

I looked over at him in all his glory, and figured, 'Okay. What the hell,' raised my ass, shugged off the shorts, and pitched them over to the chair where I had hung my pants. 

"Better?" 

"Yeah," I had to concede. 

He downed the last of his scotch, and put his Blackberry on the bedside table.

"You ready for the light?" 

"Yeah," I said. 

All the time he was thumbing his Blackberry he had been fondling his balls. He gave himself a couple of final strokes, pulling the foreskin down from around his head, then letting it slip back up. One last quick stroke, then he twisted to turn off the lamp, just as I was leaning over to put my Blackberry on my bedside table. Our asses bumped.

"That's one!" he said, just as he clicked off the light. 

Lights out, settled and laying on his back, he began to speculate on what it would take for our boy to win the next regionals. 

Repositioning to lean on his elbow, our legs brushed. 

"Sorry," he said.

"That's two," I said, 

"Any more and you'd think we were up to something!" he came back, amused, then carried on with his ideas for the kid to take the title. 

I countered, 'yessed' and 'no-ed', embellishing, enlarging, modifying, concurring on what he was saying.

Then discussion over, he dropped off his elbow to lay on his back, stretching out full length, settling beneath the covers. "Y'okay?" he asked.

"Okay," I replied. 

My turn to stretch out full length, my left arm back and burrowing under the pillow, cradling my head. "I'm okay. Yeah," I said, and to myself. 'Just kinda weird we should be in the same bed.'

He moved again, kicking out his legs, stretching, flexing his pecs and shoulders, trying for a comfortable position. Then another, the kicking, stretching, and repositioning starting all over. 

He moved again. And again. 

'Okay, enough,' I thought.

Now I wanted to change position. 

Turning over, my hand landed flat out on his thigh. I think I was as surprised as he must have been, but in the instant before I could take my hand away, even as I was formulating what would be a stuttered apology, before even we knew what was happening, his arms were around me, and mine around him, pulling and holding us together, our mouths searching out and finding each other, hungry, our tongues probing deep, deeper, and hungrier. Insatiable. Our mouths wanting more and more, our arms holding us tighter and tighter together. 

Between our bellies, his cock, my cock, coming up hard. My pelvis, his pelvis, humping, rocking, rolling. Deep in my groin the vague but powerful ache. Then warm, pumping, shooting, viscous, molten, hot, spunky, he, I, ejaculating simultaneously. Him moaning, and me moaning, holding each other. Tight. 

And we continued to hold each other, but now gradually coming down, our pelvises still grinding, lava between our bellies. 

I was cheek to cheek with him. His cheek, hard, male, masculine. The stubble of his beard, bristly, the complete opposite to the feminine softness a lifetime-ago of my wife's cheek.

Then, his mouth to my ear, I hear him asking, not the shrill vituperation I once might have expected, instead, low-keyed, husky, non-accusatory, "What the hell just happened?"

I panicked. 'He's pissed. Maybe worse. Fuck. How long I have known this guy, appreciated his friendship, appreciated his company, appreciated his counsel, and now - blown out of the water. Gone. Done with. That and what else. Fuck.'

We broke apart, and lay there, neither of us saying anything. Me, silently beating myself up. 'Fuck it. Damn it. Damn it all to hell.'

'

'Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck and fuck'

'Damn it all.' 

Then his hand was on mine. "You okay?" he asked.

I swallowed, hard.

"You okay?" I asked. 

"I'm okay if you're okay," he said. 

I grasped his hand, held it tight. His grip tightened on mine.

Neither of us said anything more. 

It was a long pause, then he asked again, "You okay?"

"I'm okay," I said again, tentatively, but at the same time realizing 'yes, I was okay'. 

"Yes?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, now more resolved.

Okay. What had happened was totally out of nowhere. Totally not us. Not him. Not I. And it took us a long time - a good year or so - to get our heads around it. And when we did, what we came down to, was, way more than just needing to get our rocks off - hell, we had long time mastered that as solo performance art, - in so many words, the need for sexual intimacy, to get it on with somebody, close up and physical. Something we had long ago suppressed, or sublimated in our work lives, when our marriages went south. 

Neither of us, when we had gotten married, were sexually experienced. We were virgins, and as married life went, we had just sort of reverted to virginity. Any sexual needs we just sort of buried. For half a lifetime. For two half a lifetimes. But they were still there, ready and waiting for the right time, right place and right other. And who other better than your best friend. 

At the time though it was pretty scary. He says he was terrified. 'It was like looking into the abyss,' he said. What we had going, all those years as friends, which he, we, valued above just about anything else, on the brink. As it was we came out of it all right.

He cleared his throat. "So,' he urged, "What are you thinking?" 

"Hmmmn," I dodged. 

"Hmmmn, like 'Is he going to like me in the morning'?" he was asking.

"Something like that!"

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Will you like me in the morning?"

"Yes," I said, forcefully, and meaning it.

"And ditto,' he said. He sounded relieved, but still needing assurance.

Then, "So you're cool?"

"I'm cool."

"Okay," he said, definitely relieved. "So we're good. You and me, mate?" 

"We're good, yeah," I said, "You and me .. mate." 

'Mate.' I picked up on the word. Sounded good then, still does. 'Mate.' It was the right word.

Suddenly I began to shiver. Then my whole body was shaking. Twitching. Wave after wave of energy flowing down head to toes, then back up again. 

"You okay?" he was concerned. 

"Yeah," I said, "I think so." 

'I think so,' I told myself, because it was like in the shivers, and the waves of energy, every one of my muscles, my whole body, was coming alive. 

Then he began to shiver. Then he was shaking. Twitching. And later he would tell me it was the same for him, coming alive. His self, his whole being, our selves, our whole beings, energizing. 

He was holding my hand. The shivering and twitching slowed and stopped. After it stopped he continued to hold my hand. 

Then, on my belly I could feel the semen liquefying, and the pool was beginning to run to my side. 

"Kleenex," I said. He quickly pulled one from the box, and I swiped at it. Then swung my legs off the bed to head for the bathroom.

"Guess we better," he said, pulling out another Kleenex, wiping himself down, off the bed and with me heading for the bathroom.

I soaped a washcloth, and lathered my belly. Just as I was about to rinse and wring it out, "Gimme," he said. He took it from me and lathered his own belly. 

'Ooo, ooo. That's bumping things up a bit,' I thought. 

Our eyes met in the mirror, for just an instant. Straight on, rock steady, no quick looking to one side, no hint of 'we might just have gone too far.' Just a slight mischievous upward curve in the corners. 

But in that instant it was like I had looked into his soul. Straightforward, outgoing, fun-loving, sincere. No duplicity, no hidden agenda. Surefooted. Masculine. One all right, all round, okay guy. It was a moment of pure friend-with-friend, male-with-male, man-with-man recognition, like a warm, firm, sincere handshake. I told myself, 'if it was going to be anybody, I was lucky it was him. You are one lucky dude.' I could only hope he had seen and saying the same thing.

I looked back to what he was doing. His belly, now wet, skin glistening, soapy, our semen in the lather. He rung out the washcloth under the cold, rinsed it again under hot, and handed it off to me. "There you are, lucky," he said. 

'Lucky.' It was like a jolt of electricity went through me. 

I quickly rinsed off my belly, and handed him the cloth, and watched as he rinsed his belly, then rinsed the cloth out under the cold again, wrung it, and dropped it on the rim of the tub. 

I smiled to myself, 'So that's how he takes care of it!'

Back in bed, we lay on our backs. Close, but not touching. 

"Lights out? Again," he said, hand on the lamp switch.

"Lights out," I confirmed.

'Lucky', he had said. Why had he said that? 

"Lucky?" I quizzed him.

"Mmm, mmm," he replied. Then, realizing it was a question, 'What?"

"You called me 'lucky'?"

"Did I?" "No, you called me 'lucky'."

'Lucky,' I thought again. 'Yeah, I am lucky. The one I considered to be my best friend, here, in bed, beside me. Him, with that muscled body, that beautiful, muscled body that he had sculpted and hardened, that beautiful muscled body I had spotted as he sculpted it and hardened it, living, breathing, here in bed beside me. Best friend. And now something more than best friend.

Then, beneath the covers - 'No! Fuck!', - on its own, spontaneously, with no thought or intention on my part, my hand is in his crotch, groping it, feeling for what is between his legs. 

'Oh, man,' my inner voice is yelling at me, 'what the fuck are you doing?' 'Fuck. Oh, no. Now he is going to be pissed. Oh, man.' 

Except I am aware his hand is in my crotch, feeling out what I've got between my legs. 

All systems on high alert. 

'No. No. This cannot be real,' I'm thinking. 'Weird. Too fucking weird.' 

His is thick, half-erect, in my hand. I stroke him down, pop his head out of his foreskin, pulling it down, riding it back up. 

He has my balls, gently squeezing them, just enough that I get that hurting in my gut. 

'This is so not happening,' I'm thinking. 'No way he's working me between my legs. No way I'm working him between legs. Kneading his balls. Rolling them in his scrotum. Feeling them hanging long and low between his legs.'

He's up and over my head, squeezing me, strong, stroking me. Down, then back up. Down, then back up again.' 

Now I'm thumbing around his head, feeling for where the frenulum joins the foreskin to his shaft. He draws in a breath. Obviously a pleasure point. 

And I stroke him down, then back up. I feel hair, half-way up, wiry and stubbly, trimmed like his pubes. He's hard in my grip, but somehow not hard. Not hard. Not soft. Funky. Mysterious. The head, firm, ripe. And leaking pre-cum, lots of it, sticky all through my fingers. I feel his fingers working my head, and it's wet and getting wetter as he works it. 

'Oh, man, oh, man, oh man, oh man,' I am thinking. 'Surreal. Me glomming him, him glomming me. Absolutely freaking surreal.'

Pulling his foreskin back, down the length of his cock, then releasing it, pulling it back and down again, and releasing it. Him, his hand around mine, stroking it down, the length of it, to my pubes, then back up again, and down again. And I wasn't going to stop him. Nor was I going to stop stroking him. Man, I had to admit, I was enjoying this. 

So was he. 

'Mmmm,' I heard him moan. 

We threw the covers back, not missing a beat. In what light there was I saw him wrapping a long loop of my precum around his thumb. Then he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it. I felt a jolt in my guts. I wrapped a loop of his around my thumb, and licked it off. Pungent. Salty. A taste of almonds. Him. In my mouth.

Suddenly I wanted more than just to be tasting his pre-cum. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to go down on him. I wanted to take his dick in my mouth, suck it, make him blow his load in my mouth. In his ear, I said, 'I want to try something.' I twisted to get my face to his cock, opened my lips, tongued him around the head, and under his foreskin, then opening my mouth, went down on him. He was thick, and warm, and strange. 'Oh, man,' I was thinking, 'I got that cock, that beautiful, thick, veined, hard cock, in my mouth and I am sucking it.' 'Holy fuck,' I said to myself.

Time to time, going down on my wife, I had wondered what it would be like going down on a guy. Now, reality. I've got it, this beautiful, thick cock in my mouth, and I am sucking it.'

And it is way better than any vinegary muff-diving. Way, way better. 

I am liking it. Surprise. I am liking this. I am really liking this.'

And so was he. 'Wow. Oh, wow. Whoa, whoa, whoa', I had heard him. He jolted and bucked when I first went down on him, his belly tightening, his hips jerking. He was moaning, even more, 'Whoa, whoa, whoa'. 

I came up, "You want me to stop?" 

"No. No. No.' he said. I went back down. He bucked again.

Then, moving, still keeping my mouth around him, he said, "Let's try this." He maneuvered himself around so his face was at my crotch.

"69," he said, rubbing his lips, wet, around my head. 

I thought for sure the top of my skull was going to explode. He was taking in my cock, tonguing, sucking, massaging it. I bucked, humping, sheer pleasure energizing my pelvis. I could hear myself moaning. 

"You like that?" I heard him ask. "Oh, fuck," I heard myself saying, his cock out of my mouth for an instant. 

We were both moaning, sucking, our hips bucking as we sucked. Me, enjoying the feel of him, the taste of him in my mouth, the feel of being in his mouth, being sucked by him. Deeper, stronger. Trying out, discovering different little tricks. Pleasuring each other. Then feeling it coming, the climax building, his cock, my cock, engorging, then, - no stopping it -, passing the point of no return, hands now grabbing asses, pulling them. Exploding, shooting, hot, molten, deep into my throat, deep into his. Hands now holding hips. My mouth now filled with his liquid, living matter. His with mine. 




Right Time, Right Place...



"Don't swallow," I heard him. Then his mouth was on mine, lips hot, hard, open, what he had in his mouth being put into mine, what was in mine being put into his. Then both of us swallowing, and swallowing again, the taste and feel of it lingering, caustic. Then his hands holding my head to his, mine holding his head to mine, tongues eagerly exchanging what remained, savouring it, then swallowing again.

We broke. "Whoa," I heard him. "Too much." 

'Too much is right,' I said to myself, pulling his whole body into mine, holding him tight, our mouths together again.

"Too fucking much," he said when we broke again. His palm was on my chest, and inside I could feel what we had swallowed warm, and the warmth spreading. I put my palm to his chest, sure that I could feel it warm inside him, and the warmth likewise spreading.

"Too fucking much," I concurred, and we both pulled each other close, holding each other chest to chest, belly to belly. 

He had his hand on my balls, gently working them, and I took his, velvety smooth, in my hand, working them. "Too fucking much," he kept repeating.

"Tell me, friend, your wife ever do that to you?" he was asking.

'Whoa,' I thought, that was hitting below the belt. We, both of us, in all the years knowing each other, had forever steered away from any questions about our marital life, figuring maybe it was just something best not talked about. 

Now. "Okay," I replied, "Disclosure. No, she didn't. You gotta understand when we were married, it got to be more or less a threesome, - me, and her, and her girlfriend, - and I was really odd man out. And, no, just for the record, I wasn't boffing the girlfriend. A three-way is not my idea of a good time. So, yeah, once, she said she would suck it, but first she wanted her girlfriend to do me while she watched. Put me off. Put me right off. After that, well, that's when I kinda got kicked to the curb."

"Bummer," he replied.

"Your's?" I asked. 

"Oh, yeah," he replied, "Oh, yeah. When we were first married. And I would go down on her." 

He was smiling to himself. "Something else," he mused. Then, wistfully, "Then things changed. And, one thing after another, and, well, you know. Learned to live without it. Forgot, - no, never forgot really what it was like."

He continued, "You ever suck dick before?"

"No," I shot back, truthfully, but maybe a little too forcefully.

"Because you're good. Better than my wife. And she was good," 

Okay. It was a compliment. But I didn't know how to deal with it. I spluttered some sort of response. Not a thank you, but not not a thank you.

"Didn't realize how much I actually missed it. Until now," he said, then said again, "You're good." 

"So are you," I said, when I finally got my tongue untied, adding "I think. Seeing as how I have never been sucked before."

He continued to play with my balls, squeezing then, gently. 

"You like?" he asked.

"I like. Yeah, I like!" I replied.

Silence. I reciprocated, my hand in his crotch kneading his balls and enjoying the feel of them. Firm but not hard. Globular. Egg-shaped. And I knew he was enjoying it as much as I was.

"All this time. All these years ..," I heard him saying, " .. where have we been, and what have we been doing, all these years?"

"Holy cow," I thought, realizing what he was saying. 'Holy cow,' I thought, now suddenly realizing I was thinking the same thing. 'Twenty years .. when all the time if only we had realized .. if only ..'

Then, abruptly, he said, "Know what I want?"

"Hmmnh? What?" I asked.

He had his hand now between my legs, his finger reaching beyond my balls.

"I want your ass." Slow, deliberate, precise. He continued, "I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want my dick way up in your ass. And I want your dick way up in my ass. I want to know you from the inside out. I want you knowing me from the inside out."

"Holy fuck," I blurted out. 

Suddenly, I wanted his ass. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted my dick way up in his ass, and I wanted his dick way up in my ass. I wanted to know him, like he said, from the inside out. I wanted him knowing me from the inside out. My dick probing him deep inside. Him, his dick, probing deep inside me. 

There was a moment's hesitation, then he asked, "You good for it?"

My guts tightened. 

Then, "I'm good for it," I said. I was good for it. More than good for it. 

"Mine for yours?" he continued.

"Mine for yours," I replied.

"Then, if you want it, you're going to have to take it," he said, joking, and flipped, like he was trying to pin me to the bed. 

Instead we ended up grappling on the floor, all arms and legs. 

'Two grown men,' I thought to myself, 'fighting for who's going to get into whom first.' 

I thought he had me, then I, somehow, got my arm under his knee and was pulling his leg up, and there it was - my hard-on touching his hole. 

"Touchdown," I said.

"Touchdown" he conceded. 

"On your back," I said, "belly to belly. I want to see you looking at me."

He lay back on the bed. I opened his legs, and reached into his crack, fingering for his point of entry, finding it, puckered, closed tight, guiding my hard-on to touch it. I put my hand to my mouth, spat a wad into it, then slathered it between his legs. I spat another wad into my hand, and lubed my head. He spat a wad into his hand, and slathered it between his legs.

He was pushing hard against me. I was pushing hard against him. 

He began rocking his hips, trying to get me in. I began rocking my hips with him. I could feel my head against his pucker. It was not giving. 

Later, we would know to do a little finger-fucking to get things opened up. But then, no foreplay. Right to it.

I kept it there as he rocked back and forth. Another slather of spit. He rubbed his hand around my head, and I had to groan. He was holding my cock to his opening, his hips pushing it up hard. 

In the half-light I could see his eyes were open wide, looking at me. It was a look of, what, - anticipation. Anticipating hurt. Anticipating pleasure. Wanting whatever was about to happen. 

I licked my finger, and circled his hole. I heard him suck in a deep breath, hold it, then exhale, forcing the air out. And just as he began to exhale, almost imperceptibly, I could feel him opening. He was pushing hard against me. I was pushing against him. Harder. And harder. He took in another breath, released it, and I felt him opening now. I heard him yelp, quick, short, a sound of hurting, yielding, and I was in. My head. Just my head. But I was in him. 

'Fuck,' I exclaimed to myself, 'I'm in him.' Repeating. 'I'm in him.' 'Him, my best friend. Him with all those beautiful muscles. This beautiful person. That beautiful voice. My mate. Mine. Mine for the taking.' 

Exaltation. Jubilation. 'I'm in him.' 'My mate.' 'Mine.'

"Holy Fuck," I said aloud. "Holy Fuck." 

He had both hands on my ass pulling me to him, grinding his ass around me now even harder, the muscles in his asshole working to pull me in further. 

"Oh, man," I heard him, and repeating it. "Oh, man." In his voice, hurting. Pain. Still his hands on my ass pulling me to him. No progress. Then, writhing beneath me, 'Too much. It's too much. Oh, man, you're big. You're fucking big. It's hurting, really hurting me." His hands were still on my ass pulling me to him. 

He changed position, my cock still at his ass. "Oh, man," he was moaning, "I want you, but, man, you're big. You are one fucking big dude." "Fuck," he said, 'Fuck. Fuck. I want you .." 

Then he was grunting, long and hard, guttural, and I felt him pushing down, - I'm thinking, 'Geez, he's going to burst a blood vessel,' - then more grunting, moaning, long, agonized. And, writhing around my dick head, slowly, slowly, slowly, I could feel his asshole yielding to me. 

Another groan, urgent, prolonged, more pushing, and more pushing from me, and I could feel his asshole opening, ever so slightly. Tight. Really tight. 

Another groan, and another, and another, and still there was no yielding. "Oh,man. Oh, man. Oh, man," he kept saying. 

"You want me to pull back?" I asked.

"No! No. No, no," he said. "Don't stop. Don't stop." he said. 

Then he was pushing, hard, with one, long, wordless sound that seemed to go on forever, and I knew, I felt, stretched beyond stretching, he was was letting me in. Not in him yet, but tight, in his sphincter. The sound ended. I reached between our legs, felt for my dick at his asshole. I reached up to my mouth, spat on my fingers again, and rolled them around my dick. He pushed again, hard, and I pushed, that sound again from deep in his throat, then, harder, intensifying, pushing hard like he was pushing out a big one, and suddenly, his asshole was yielding, and,slowly, slowly, slowly, I was into him, further, and further, and further, I could feel I was coming into him.

"Holy Fuck," I said again. And again. "Holy Fuck," I was through his sphincter, into him, totally. 

Then he let go of the rest of the sound. "Fuck," he was saying, and kept repeating it. "Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Man, you are big." 

He did not move, and I just lay there, in him, and knowing I was in him. 

"Oh, man," he was saying, "I was figuring it was going to hurt, but fuck. Oh, fuck." 

I pulled back slightly. "Don't move," he said, "just lay still." 

"Oh, man," he repeated, "You're one big dude. You are one big dude. I like this. I'm liking this. Just stay where you are."

I lay my cheek on his chest, savouring what I was feeling. What I was thinking. I reached round him, my two hands pressed into his belly, thinking, 'I'm in there.' 'Way up in there.'

More than just his belly, it was like I was in him in every muscle in his body, in every cell in his body, in the very fibre of his being. And it was like I could feel him in every muscle in my body, in every cell in my body, in the very core of my being. A whole new world. A whole new dimension. 'Holy Fuck,' I said in my thoughts trying to get my head around it. 

I touched up against another barrier. He stiffened. I obviously had hit on something that hurt. But his hands kept pulling my ass into him, harder, and his asshole kept squeezing on me, pulling me even further in. I pushed, holding myself to this barrier, and slowly it too yielded - I could hear him moan - and I was in, deep. I felt for his asshole, fingering my cock where it was in him, measuring how deep I was in. Fuck. only a finger's breadth between his asshole and my pubes. I was in, deep. Very deep.

We lay there, neither of us moving. He was moaning, 'You're so big. You're so big."

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "I'm okay. More than okay. Fuck, you're so big. Like I want more, but I can't take any more. Like you've got me stretched to my limit. Way beyond my limit."

I felt his ass muscles working around me. I was pushing to go deeper. I heard him groan, not so much a groan, but something more guttural, visceral. His muscles were yielding, then tightening. The sound again. I pushed. And I heard him. The sound again, this time from deep in his belly, this time protesting. Then his muscles were pushing against me, wanting me out, squeezing me out. Back through the channel. The barriers closing behind me. Then I was out of him.

"You're okay?" I asked him again. Urgently.

"I'm okay," he said. Then, "Oh, man, you're big. You're so fucking big". 

My cock was still in his ass-crack. I reached in and fingered his asshole. 

He winced. "Whoa," he said, "Tender. Very tender." 

"Mission aborted?"

He snorted. "Fuck no! Just give me a minute 'til my guts get themselves sorted out."

My belly to his belly, I hugged him, tight, holding those beautiful muscles to me. 'Mine,' I thought, 'Mine, for just a moment maybe, but mine. For the taking. Unbelievable.'

We lay there, him holding me to him, me holding him to me, his asshole pulsing, opening and closing. 

Between us I could feel his hard on, iron rod hard. 

And I wanted it, hard, in my ass. I rolled off him onto my back. 

"Mine for yours," I said. I spat a wad into my hand, and smeared his head. Then another, going down his shaft. 

"Fuck," he snorted. "You're sure you want it?" he teased.

"Fuck you," I said, facetiously. 

"No," he said, "fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you. Mine for yours it is. You think you're big ...!"

He straddled me, push up position. He spat into his hand again and smeared my asshole. Twice. Then guided his hard on to where I was going to let him in. I felt his head touching it. I grabbed his ass pulling him to me, hard, knowing, but not knowing what was coming. He was pushing against my asshole. I pushed my hips up to help him. He was pushing, but there was no way my asshole was going to yield to him. 

"Just keep it there. Keep pushing," I told him. I tried flexing my anus to get it to open. He kept pushing against it. Hard. 

"Relax," he said, "just take it easy." 

Nothing. I couldn't remember him being this unyielding. He slathered another wad of spit onto it. I could feel his finger probing, into my anus, working it to open. Then his dick again. I tightened up even further. I began humping my hips, then grinding them round him. Still nothing. If anything more unyielding.

"Deep breath," he said. "Deep breath." I took a deep breath. And just as I filled my lungs to hold it, I felt him enter. "Holy Fuck', he is in me.' The realization of him being inside me swept through me, like a charge of electricity. 

Then I felt him reach the sphincter into my rectum, a sharp jolt as he pushed against it. Repeated sharp jolts as he pulled back then pushed again. My hands went to his hips, pushing against him, wanting him to go slow. Deep breaths. Deep breath and holding it. Then pushing down on him, hard, hurting, - hurting beyond belief, - the muscles around the ring stretched, and stretched beyond what I ever thought they could be. Then, just as I was beginning to think I would have to ask him to stop, suddenly I could feel the muscle yielding, - a break through - his hard-on pushing through, entering me, slowly, half-inch by half-inch, penetrating me, huge, and hard, into my rectum, filling it. More than filling it.

"Fuck," I said, and kept repeating it, "Fuck." "Oh, fuck."

"You're okay?" he wanted to know.

"Mmmm, fuck, yeah," I said, "more than okay." 'Oh, man, I'm loving this,' I thought to myself. 

I reached round to where I could feel his cock in my anus. I measured three fingers. Three fingers more. I wanted it all.

I began squeezing, working to draw him further and further in, at the same time thrusting up my hips up to him - the muscle hurting, on the point of being able to take no more, ignoring it to push against him, wanting him in deep. Hurting again, the muscle stretching till it was like I couldn't take it any more, at the same time, wanting to accommodate him, him inching slowly into me. Fuck it hurt. Fuck I wanted him. I took his hand and put his palm on my belly so he could feel himself in me. 'Oh, man, I'm loving this,' I thought to myself again, then I said it aloud. 

"Oh, man, I'm loving this."

"You're not the only one," he said. He began grinding his hips into mine, going deeper and deeper, pulling back slightly then thrusting again, deeper still, filling me, like I never felt so filled in all my life. 

The hurting was now pleasure, pure physical pleasure, just like when I was in him, every cell in my body vibrating. And more than that, just like when I was in him, he was in every cell in my body, in the very fibre of my being. 'Way too much,' I was saying to myself. Then I said it aloud.

"Way too much."

"Whaat?" 

"I said this is way too much. Way too fucking much. That's one helluva unit you've got, and much more of it, it's gonna tear me wide open. And it's hurting like hell, and I am enjoying every inch of it."

"You like, eh?" he said, playfully, and thrust himself in deeper. 

"Oh, fuck, do I like." 

Then, deep inside, he hit on something that felt way up in my solar plexus, sharp and not so much painful but a warning that it could be very painful; that there was danger in proceeding further; that maybe the game was over and I had better get him out of here. My guts started churning, wave after wave working at expelling him from my rectum. 

"Easy. Easy," he said, "Deep breaths. Take deep breaths."

I took in a deep breath. Then slowly exhaled. Another, exhaling again.

He lay perfectly still, still in me, but not moving.

"Too much?" he asked.

"Yeah. Whatever you hit there .."

"Sorry," he apologized. "We'll give it a rest."

He had his arms around me, holding us chest to chest.

Then, slowly, I began to feel him rotating his pelvis around where he had me. Slowly, setting up a roll. I began to roll with him. Slowly. Then circling wider I could feel he was exploring me, on the inside. Thrusting, in and out. And each thrust finding a new pleasure spot. "Yes. There," I heard myself, 'Give it to me." "Give it to me, there." "There." Again." "Yes." "Yes'", I heard myself saying, "All of it, I want you to give me all of it." 

Slowly, setting up a momentum, matching his rhythm. I began rolling with him. Then we were rocking. Rocking and rolling. 'Oh, man,' I was thinking, 'this is too good. Too good.' 

I heard myself moan. Then his mouth was on mine, mine searching his, hungry, wanting it, wanting it bad.

Then somewhere down near my pubic bone he hit on something that sent a shudder through me, and everywhere, indescribable pleasure, like fireworks, giant chrysanthemums exploding, my whole self exploding.

"Oh, oh, oh," I was moaning. Ecstasy. He hit it again. Again fireworks, chrysanthemums, double chrysanthemums, red, blue, white, purple gold, repeating and repeating, trailing stars. Again. Ecstasy. Higher and higher.

In my ear his voice was saying, "You like?"

"I like," I am saying, "I like!" Emphatically.

Then our mouths merged, pressed together. I was frenzied wanting more. More of his mouth. More of what he was doing to me in my belly. 

The rhythm of his thrusts was changing, now short, quick, deeper, like he was swelling in me. 'He's coming,' I thought. I am moaning in his ear. "I want it," I am saying. "I want you." 

I am rocking with him, drawing him further and further into me with each thrust, beyond the point of hurt, hurting that has become pleasure. Pure pleasure. And each time, hitting up against whatever it was - my prostate - firing off those chrysanthemums of sheer ecstasy 

I can hear him grunting, thrusting. Then one prolonged thrust, and another, way deep into my guts, his, my muscles tensing. Then one prolonged thrust, longer, deeper than those before, and the release. Flooding into me. The warmth of it spreading through me. Surrendering to it. Surrendering to the moment. Me, surrendering to him. Body and soul, surrendering, yielding myself to him. And I can feel him yielding, surrendering to what was happening between us, the very essence of himself being transferred from him to me. I feel it. His living matter. Deep within my belly. A fusion of himself with myself, radiating through me, then flipping, positive for negative, negative for positive, in cosmic wave after cosmic wave. 

A shudder, surging through both of us. 

Then him, expelling his breath, muscle after muscle relaxing, his whole being dispelling the last of its energies. 

"Holy fuck," he said, "Ho-ly fuck!" 

"Ho-ly fuck!" I repeated after him. 

We were wrapped around each other, legs intertwined with legs, arms holding us together, belly to belly. Him in my belly. 

"Holy fuck," he said again, "Ho-ly fuck!" 

And I repeated after him, "Ho-ly fuck!" 

Him in me. The whole length and breadth of him. And for how much it might have started out hurting, out of the pain, pleasure. Pure, undeniable pleasure. And deep inside, way deep inside my primal folds, accepting the living matter he had shot into me, the his essential self, him within me. And knowing it was there. Holy fuck. Joy, indescribable joy. Ecstasy. 




Right Time, Right Place...



Then his lips are on mine, pressing him to me, holding him to me.

When we broke, he was looking into my eyes, me into his, wordless.

Between our bellies, I was hard. Hurting hard. With a load wanting somewhere to go. 

He burrowed his hand between us, and took hold of it. "Mmmm," I reacted. 

"You're close?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I said, "it's not going to take much."

"I want it," he said. He reared back. Again the searing pain, his withdrawal the reverse of his penetration. Like he was stretching me beyond what I could endure as he withdrew. 'Easy', I thought, 'easy'. Then, just as I felt I could take it no more, and wanting him to stop where he was, he was out of me. I felt suddenly empty, a void. 

But high up, deep in my guts, warm still, him still, there. 

He flipped onto his back. He reached up and spat in his hand, then worked it between his legs. 

"You," he said, holding out his hand to my mouth. I spat a wad into in, and he brought it down to between his legs. 

My asshole still pulsing from him pulling out of me, I reached between his legs and found his asshole, now wet, and fingered it. 

He sucked in a deep breath. "Whew," he said.

"Tender," I asked.

"You better believe it!" 

"You're sure you want this?

He flung his arms around me, pulled me in tight, and said, "If it kills me!"

I spat a wad in my hand and lathered it between his legs. He twitched every time I hit his asshole. I spat another wad, and spread it around my dick, praying, 'Not yet. Not yet.'

"Okay, look at me," I said.

"Whaat?"

"I want to be looking at you, and I want you to be looking at me." 

I touched my cock to his hole. I saw flickers of hurt, then anticipation, then wincing to the hurt when I pushed against it.

He sucked in a deep breath, holding it, then another. Eyes opening wide, surrendering to the hurting, when I entered him. 

"Just keep it there," he said. I did. And I could feel his ring of muscle striving to open and pull me in. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, I was coming into him. More and more. Still more. And then I felt the sphincter to his anus, now familiar. 

"Oh, man, you're big," he said, "So fucking big."

"That the way you like it?" I teased, "Big?"

" Yeah. You," he said, "Oh, yeah." 

We were working now to penetrate his rectum. Another deep breath. Then opening. Then penetration. Long. Slow. Tortured. Until, "there," he said, "just keep it there. I want to feel what it is like there."

We lay together, treasuring our intimacy. Then I slowly began thrusting. And slowly increasing the intensity. Then I pulled back, and thrust again, going deep. Pulled back, and going deep again, I hit his prostate. Chaos. The muscles in his belly jerking, abs in full flexion. His hips bucking, slamming up into mine.

I pulled back, thrust, and hit it again. Again chaos. Pushing to expel me, and the same time they were pulling me further and further into him. 

His mouth now on my mouth. Hungry, Greedy. His tongue working mine. His hips thrusting up into my pelvis, my pelvis responding to grind into his hips, driving me deeper into him. Then, quick, strong thrusts. Out of control, driving, hard. Hard. And harder. We were close to the point of no return and getting closer. 

"Grab my dick," he said. "I want to come with you." 

Between our bellies he was rock hard. I grabbed onto it. Now he was arching his back as he drove his hips up to me. I was driving my dick just as hard. 

Then, at the last second, I said, "Look at me." I was exploding into him, my loins shooting into his. In his eyes, a sudden look of surprise, then wider and wider, and a look of sheer pleasure and of satisfaction, deep, deep, within him. The essence of my being, from deep within me, to deep within him. 

Then, knowing I was filling him, again it was like he was filling me, every cell in my body jangling. Heady. Like the moment between lifter and spotter, when mind and muscle triumph over gravity, the metal at full extension with the last expenditure of energy before exhaustion. Or, crossing the finish line, touching the tile, breaking out of the water, victory and hearing the roar of the crowd. Yes. Then the burn, spreading from head to toe. Vital. Alive.

"Mmmmm," he was saying. He brought his legs up to wrap around me, holding me in him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me, feeling every one of his muscles that I was filling. Bliss. This was pure bliss.

"This is good. This is too good," I kept saying to myself. 

"Mmmmm, mmmm," I could hear him moaning. Not in hurt. Pleasure. Pure pleasure. 

"Holy fuck," I heard him say. "Too fucking much. Too fucking much."

We held each other, body to body, sensing, muscle into muscle, sinew into sinew, soul into soul, our bodies, our selves, melding into each other. Ecstasy. Rapture.

Then, coming down, neither of us moving, neither of us saying anything, still in the moment. 

Until, untangling, arms and legs, stretching out, continuing to savour what had happened between us. The afterglow. Warm, intimate, sublime. Him stretched out beside me. Me stretched out beside him. Somewhere in space, way out beyond the stratosphere. 

We lay there for a long time, saying nothing, feeling each other's presence. 

He began nuzzling my ear. It felt good. Then he lifted his nose and lips away and asked, "So, mate, what do you say for yourself?

"Mmmmm. Mmmm. What do I say for myself? ... Fucked," I said, "Fucked and fucked good. Buggered. Had. Spent. Done. Two up, three down. Knackered. You?"

"That pretty well covers it," he chuckled. "Fucked. Well and truly fucked." 

We continued to lay there. My shoulder touching his. His thigh against my thigh. I put my head on his chest. Muscled, strangely familiar, now strangely new against my cheek. Sweaty, his scent tantalizing, musky, slightly pungent, manly, him. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest. My breathing was coming into sync with his. And in his chest, I could feel and hear his heart beating. And my heartbeat likewise coming into sync with his. 

He said nothing, and I said nothing. 

Then he asked, "You cool?"

"I'm cool," I replied.

I put my hand on his belly. Deep inside him, I knew that I, what of myself that I had ejaculated into him, was there. Then I put my hand to my belly, knowing that deep inside what he had ejaculated of himself into me was there. 

I felt his arm now under my shoulder, cradling me, his hand on my head, fingers running through my hair. 

It all felt good. Right, somehow. 

I heard him say, "I kinda think we've let a genie out of the bottle." 

'I kinda think we have,' I replied, 'And I kinda think there sure ain't no putting him back.'

My hand was on his belly. It was sticky with what he had ejaculated, and what was on his belly was liquefying. I began rubbing my hand in it, then round his belly, his abs, feeling them firm, then up and around his pecs, likewise firm, his shoulders, likewise hard to my touch. Then he rubbed his belly, and likewise rubbed mine, my chest and shoulders. 

Then he took my hand and licked my fingers, and continued holding my fingers to his mouth.

We laid there, content, my hand on his belly. 

And then I was asleep. 

Waking, I was aware of daylight. I heard him come out of the bathroom and opened my eyes. There he was, standing, his ass to me. His ass, his back, shoulders, thighs, legs, all beautiful muscle, alive. He turned. Magnificent. Beautiful. Chest, abs, belly. Ripped and cut, clean-shaven head to toe. The bodybuilder. The full monte. His cock, long, thick, veined, the ripe chestnut of the head just emerging from his foreskin, more than magnificent. 

Him and that cock I had seen how many times in the showers at the gym, but it was like I was seeing it like I had never seen it before. And remembering where it had so recently been. And me sucking it. And wanting it. 

'Once you've tasted cock ...,' somebody, somewhere had said ...

Twenty four hours ago, hell, twelve hours ago, no way, not in a million years ... Now my guts were in revolt from last night's pounding, and I am thinking it's gotta happen again, and sooner rather than later.

" .. morning," I said, stretching, coming out of the reverie.

" '.. morning, yourself," he replied. "Not going to ask how you slept. But how did you sleep?"

"Fuck you," I smirked.

"Yup, did that," he shot back, likewise smirking.

I had to get to the bathroom. I swung my feet to the floor, standing up. Awkwardly. And groaned. Every muscle in my body was protesting.

He was laughing.

"You bugger," I said.

"Bugger? Me?" He was still smirking. 

"With number one - you're okay," he said. "Number two - not so sure about that yet!"

"Like that, eh?" I said.

I flushed, washed my hands, and checked myself in the mirror. Puffy. Bleary eyed. Sleep deprived. 'Unh. Rugged.'

'So,' feeling my beard, examining it, one side, then the other, 'this is what you look like when you've been fucked,' I said to myself, 'Bum-fucked. By your best friend. And you spending the night bum-fucking him.' 

Then, lifting my chin, feeling my beard under it, 'Like you've been dragged through the proverbial knot hole, backward,' I told myself. 

And with a kind of smug grin I could not suppress, "Not bad," I said, winking to my reflection, "Considering."

He was laying on the bed. I attempted to sit down beside him. Not easy. He had his head propped on one elbow, checking me out, smirking. I managed to stretch out full length.

He had his hand on my belly, finger circling my navel. I took his hand, and with it idly rubbed my belly. 

"So?" he asked.

"So? What?" I asked.

"The question."

"The question?"

"The question. 'Do you still like me in the morning'?"

"You gotta be kidding," I said, snorting, remembering him hot and exploding inside me, our arms holding us together, our legs tangled in the bedsheets. 

His hand was still on my belly. 

"Well?"

"Well, what?

"Do you still like me in the morning?"

"Fuck you," I retorted, grinning.

"No," he insisted, "You cool?"

I looked at him, straight on. "I'm cool," I said. And added, the realization of what I was saying sweeping through me as I said it, "Never more cool about anything in my life." 

He sucked in a breath. It was a powerful hit. 

Then, absorbing it, he replied, simply, looking at me straight on, "Ditto," 

We neither of us were saying anything more, just looking at each other, taking in what we were looking at.

He broke the impasse. "Okay, mate,' he asked, "coffee?" 

Then a pause, ".. Or?"

"Or what .. mate?" I responded.

"Or hair of dog."

"Meaning?" I asked.

"Hair of dog. Move over." Then he flipped, and had my dick in his mouth. 

"Mmmmm," I couldn't say anything else. Again it was like I was going to explode, every cell jangling. I was soft but coming up hard as he sucked, hard, his head working me up and down. 'Oh, oh, oh, oh," was the only sound I could make, Then, finally, I was able to say, "Let me." I flipped, head for toe, and went down on him, 69. And I heard and felt him saying "Mmmmm." 

"Mmmmm." Over and over again, "Mmmmm." He was humming as he sucked me. The vibrations from the sound were crazy and driving me crazier. I reciprocated, "Mmmmm," driving him into a frenzy, eating me, gobbling my knob. And I did the same, eating his, gobbling his knob, setting up a spiral that had me, him, soaring off into some distant dimension, our hips pumping, driving our dicks deeper and deeper into our mouths, until setting off spasms of gagging, we had to back off.

I grabbed his, and he grabbed mine, each of us pumping. Now my lips around his head, his around mine, sucking, pumping. Past the point of no return. Then exploding, him into my mouth, me into his. I held it, working it with my tongue, flipping to meet his lips, him opening his lips, mingling what I had in my mouth with what he had in his, savouring it, playing with it, swallowing it, a little at a time. 

"Pheew", I heard him when our mouths finally parted. 

"Hair of dog," I said. I could taste him, again like almonds, ever so lightly caustic, etched in the back of my throat. 

"Hair Of Dog," he said, emphatically. 

"Let the genie out of the bottle," I began to say. He finished he sentence, "... and there sure ain't no putting him back!"

"What the hell are we doing?" I asked, in the daylight a moment of reality settling in.

He took a moment, then replied, slowly, thoughtfully, "Well, for me, after how many years knowing you, I'd say I'm really just getting to know my best bud." He took my hand and held it to his chest. "You?"

I felt his hand on my chest. I looked down at it. "Goes for me," I said, and he squeezed my hand.

"In a Biblical manner of speaking," he said, his eyes twinkling with his joke.

"In a Biblical manner of speaking, yes," I said, returning his line in kind.

"Cool?" he asked.

"I'm cool," I replied.

Then needing air, we shook free of each other.

We started to say something, both of us at the same time. 

"You." he said, "What were you going to say?" 

"I was going to say you are beautiful," I said. And added, "And I just don't say that to everybody."

He blinked. He started to say something. Then didn't.

"Whaat?" I said.

"I was just going to say the same thing about you."

There was a long pause while we looked into each others' eyes. Again, straight on. Rock steady, no hint of 'us having gone too far.' Outgoing, fun-loving, sincere, surefooted. As before, it was a continuing, friend-with-friend, man-with-man moment. And more. It was like two strong arms, clasping. 'Here's somebody I could trust with my life,' I was thinking, 'Here's somebody I could trust with the rest of my life.' One wonderful human being. I could only hope he was seeing the same in me. 

And then, suddenly, his arms were around me, and mine were around him, his mouth, my mouth pressed together, tongues probing deep, his body, mine, pressed firmly together, thighs, bellies, chests. And then, just as suddenly, we were holding each other even closer, grasping each other tighter, his body, my body, heaving with wave after wave of sobs threatening to break through, struggling to keep them in check, on the verge, but hanging on not to lose it all together. 

The convulsions subsided, and, looking at me, he reached up, and with his thumb, smoothed out tears that had overflowed onto my cheeks. And I likewise reached up to his face and thumbed the tears that were flowing onto his cheeks. Then quickly his lips locked on mine, holding firm, his body again tight to mine, mine to his.

And then we separated.

Then, wiping at his eyes, he said, simply, "Man, you sure got to me." 

"And you sure got to me," I said, pinching my face, squeezing my cheeks, choking off a further outburst.

"You're okay?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I replied, "You?"

"I'm okay, yes," he said. 

We broke, and then he asked, almost with a smirk, "So, mate - you figure maybe we could make it as BFWBs?

My turn to blink. Before I could recover, he continued, "No need to answer right now. Just something to think about." He was smirking.

Then he patted my ass. "Okay. Breakfast. Or have you had your protein for this morning?"

"Smartass," I shot back.

"Smarting ass, you mean," he retorted, grinning.

I decided against going for a comeback. All I could do was shake my head. Grinning. 

"Okay, okay, to the matter at hand - and no double entendre - room service, or do you want to go down?" He looked at the clock radio on the bedside table. "Room service is off. Brunch?"

"You want?" I asked. "Coffee and whatever is good enough for me."

"Okay," he said, "I am heading into the bathroom, then I am going out and getting us some brekkie. I'll bring you back something."

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

A quick shower and shave and he was out the door, and, my turn, I was off the bed and into the bathroom. 

Towelled dry, shaved, I was not yet dressed when he came back. Take-out coffee and breakfast sandwiches from the coffee shop. And a silly look on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"We really gotta be back tomorrow?" he asked.

"No," I replied, "not really, I guess. Why? What are you thinking?"

"Well, it's an okay room," he said, "thinking maybe if we could see if it was available for another night .. " He paused.

"And?" I asked.

"And, " he replied, "I stopped by the gift shop and got us a tube of lube." He pulled it from his pocket and dropped it on the bed.

'A tube-a-lube.' It rhymed in my head. "You think that will be enough?" I shot back.

"That's why I bought two," he replied, and dropped a second on the bed. "And that's all they had." 

"Holy fuck," I shook my head, "We're sure not in Kansas now."

"Nope," he said, "we're sure as fuck are not in Kansas now!"

He picked up the phone, negotiated the second night, then walked to the door, opened it, hung the 'Privacy Please' tag on the knob, closed it and flipped the slide-lock.



Right Time, Wrong Room



Sean and Tracy Wilson were brother and sister. Sean 17, Tracy 21, they had always shared a close relationship helping each other out greatly since their farther had died suddenly when they were 14 and 18.

Sean had always been close to his farther and took it much worse then Tracy did when he was killed by a drunk driver walking home from a shopping trip for his son's birthday present. Tracy took it upon herself to look after both Sean and their mother, Stephanie which put a huge strain on her social life, especially with her boyfriend Billy.

Sean could never understand what his sister saw in Billy. Billy was 34 years old (13 older then Tracy) and was not the most faithful type of person. Sean had tried to make Tracy see sense and dump the creep but she always said she loved him and he her. Sean knew differently though, Billy had been with at least 3 other teenagers since first going out with Tracy when she was only 14 and he was 27. 

The two were completely different, not just the age difference but in all aspects.

Tracy was kind and considerate to others, doing all she could to help - Billy was all for himself, never caring who got hurt as long as he got his own way.

Tracy was gorgeous, she had long blond hair, a beautiful face, a perfect body, massive sized breasts (E cup!), slim waist and slender legs - Billy was no oil painting and not exactly an athlete. He could usually be found sat watching TV and drinking beer (if he wasn't out with some other young woman) what these teens saw in him, Sean never knew.

Since the death of their father, Tracy had been looking after her mother and brother. They had taken it really bad, much more then she had, and she felt they needed to be looked after and decided it had to be her to do it.

Billy didn't take the news too well. When Tracy said she was going to have to see less of him and be with her mother and brother more, he practically hit the roof. Screaming that her place was with him, he'd been with her for so many years that she owed it to him and how Sean and her mother should cope on their own. This was a side of Billy, Tracy had seen before. The controlling person who wanted everything for himself, normally she would have just given in to him, but she couldn't leave her family and decided to go to them.

That was all just after her father had died and a few days later Billy was back begging her to not leave him for good. Saying how he was just drunk and how he loved her. Much to Sean's disappointment she went back to him.

Now here they were 3 years later Tracy, her mother and brother all living together. Tracy looking after the other two and still trying to see her boyfriend on the side (not an easy task). 

"Sean time to get up" Tracy shouted up the stairs to a half asleep Sean, who groaned as he stirred from beneath his bed covers "Sean!"

"I'm awake, OK Tracy OK" Sean shouted back, sleepily he looked over to his bedside clock 10 : 00 am on the 13th of May, exactly 3 days to his 18th birthday.

"OK then, I'll start your breakfast then" his sister shouted walking over to the oven to put on some breakfast for her little brother.

Their mother was at work, she had gone back to work only recently, saying she would go mad if she was couped up in the house all day. This left Tracy alone with Sean and since she had promised her mother she would look after him when she was at work, Tracy had to cut back severally on seeing Billy, who was not best pleased since she was at home with Sean most of the day and he worked night's.

Tracy regretted not seeing more of Billy, but no matter how much Sean told her to go out if she wanted to, she always refused, saying she would only when he was 18 and she would feel he was OK to be alone.

Secretly Sean was happy his sister continued to stay with him, not just because he was lonely when alone with just his memories of his farther, which was a big reason he was happy, but because it meant she didn't see Billy.

Sean came walking down the stairs 5 minutes later and walked into the kitchen. He was met by the beautiful sight of his sister, stood at the cooker across the room, her long hair flowing loosely down her back, her excellent body covered by a thin baby blue t-shirt that hugged her tightly and stopped practically at her mid-rift, showing off her massive breasts (many people had commented she was awfully young to have had breast implants but the truth was she was completely natural, just really blessed), her well toned legs were covered by a pair of tight black leggings her favorite clothes when around the house. This could be really annoying at times for Sean, especially when he was a younger teenager (13-16) and his hormones were going haywire. 

His sister was 4 years older then him and was very, very well developed for her age (a D cup at 16 and an E cup at 20). Meaning every time he saw her, his cock would instantly become hard and cause him to dive for somewhere to hide. Tracy had, for her part noticed Sean always diving for cover when he saw her and made it into a bit of a game, how much could she turn him on without him cumming in his pants, of course she could never be sure if she had or not, but sometimes she had a good inkling he had.

As the years went on Tracy had stopped playing the games with her brother. The older he got the more she thought it wasn't healthy for him to be played with in a sexual way by his older sister, so she stopped to the relief, but also disappointment of Sean.

"Bacon OK for you?" Tracy asked her newly awakened brother, who nodded that it was "Good Cuz thats what your getting" she joked motherly.

"You going out today?" Sean asked as he sat at the table rubbing his eyes.

"Err no I'm not" Tracy said thinking if she had anything planned for the day ahead.

"Well I'm going for a run soon, I'll be gone for a bit so if you want to go out feel free to, OK" Sean said as his bacon sandwich was placed in front of him. 

"Yeah OK" Tracy said rolling her eyes. It was the same everyday.

"Well I know you have a life too, not just me, so if you want to see him then you can you know, you don't need to be with me all the time" Sean said as he tucked into his sandwich.

"No I made a promise to mum and theres only three days to your big one eight, so I think we can last until then, then I'll leave you alone" Tracy said as she sat next to her brother smiling as she watched him eat his sandwich hungrily.

Sean finished his breakfast and put his plate in the sink. Thanking his sister for the breakfast he went into the living room to sit down and watch some TV before his morning run. Tracy stood in the doorway looking at her brother, leaning against the door frame just watching him. 

'He was such a good lad before dad died, now he's so closed to everyone' she thought as she stared at him on the sofa. 'All he seems to do is run in the morning and afternoon and spend the rest of the day in the house, it would be so nice to see him out with someone once in a while'.

Sean stood up, off the sofa and prepared to go for his morning run. He saw Tracy in the door way smiling as she looked at him. He had been watching TV for nearly an hour and while not realizing it, Tracy had been watching him all that time.

"Going for your run?" Tracy asked her brother.

"Yep, I'll be back in an hour or so" he informed his sister who got out of the way for him to get his trainers. "OK see you in a bit then".

"Yeah, see you when you get back" Tracy said as she watched her brother close the door behind him, leaving her alone in the house.

After about an hour Tracy picked up the phone and rang Billy.

"Hi sweetie, its me just thought I'd call" Tracy said as Billy picked up the phone.

"Oh, Tracy nice of you to think of me, for once" Billy said rather spitefully.

"Yeah, just thought I'd say hi to my fave guy" Tracy said sweetly to her boyfriend.

"Oh I'm your fave am I, you could have fooled me" Billy said sharply.

"What does that mean?" Tracy asked annoyed by the snipe in his voice.

"Well you never seem to come over and take care of me do you, your always with your brother the little..". 

"What?, Billy what?!" Billy was cut off by Tracy's angry voice.

"Nothing, I just never see you" He calmed down slightly.

"I know but Sean needs me here, besides he's eighteen in three days then I'm all yours again, that'll be OK won't it?" Tracy said sexily.

"Three days, god!" Billy said as though he wasn't prepared to wait that long.

"Come on Billy, three days thats it" Tracy said her sexy voice becoming a plead.

"Well I guess, but your gonna make this up to me Tracy" Billy didn't say it as a friend might joke he was being perfectly serious, he was going to make her make it up to him.

"Of course I will Billy, I've got to go now, I love you" Tracy heard the door shut as Sean came back.

"Yeah you better" was Billy's reply as he slammed down the phone.

Tracy looked upset at the phone as she replaced it and tried to cheer up for Sean who was rapidly coming up to her.

"Hi Tracy you OK?" Sean asked as he saw his sister a bit upset.

"Yeah I'm fine, err how was your run?" she asked holding back a sob, trying to act normal but failing miserably.

"Fine, but your not are you?" Sean said as he tried to get his sister to tell him.

"No" Tracy sob as the tears started to flow. Sean quickly hugged his sister. Tracy put her head on his shoulder and began having a good cry as Sean rubbed the back of her head and whispered reassuringly into her ear.

Tracy started to calm down after several minutes of heavy crying.

"Want to tell me about it?" Sean asked as Tracy rubbed her tears away and sat down with her younger brother on the sofa.

"Its Billy" Tracy said trying to compose herself more.

"Oh, I should have know it was him" Sean said to his sister.

"Well its not just him, well it is sort of" Tracy was confused, she didn't know what to say.

"Just tell me everything, you'll feel better" Sean said as he put his arm around his sisters shoulder and brought her close to him.

"Well I just miss dad and Billy doesn't help. I just rang him and he was horrible to me, I just wanted to say hello and he was really mean to me, I thought he really loved me" Tracy began to cry again.

"Its OK Tracy, don't cry, I miss dad too and well Billy he isn't right for you, he never was" Sean hugged his sister closer to himself feeling her massive breasts squash against his skin and her long hair tickle his neck.

"But I love him so much, I've been with him for 7 years, he's all I know, I just can't be without him, the past few years have been so hard" Tracy cried as she wrapped her arms around her brother and buried her head in his shoulder crying.

"Hey, hey come on now sis calm down, calm down, you'll be OK, I'm sure it'll all work out between you two" Sean tried to reassure her, even though he wanted her to brake it off with the jerk, but he could see how much she wanted to be with him and went along with it for her.

"Really?" Tracy said as she stopped crying for a second.

"Yeah, I'm sure it will" Sean said smiling at his sister who tried to smile back threw her tears.

"Thanks little brother, I just needed to get it off my chest" Tracy said as she stopped crying and got a tissue to dry her eyes with.

"No problem I'm here all the time, feel free to talk to me I'm not a little kid anymore you know, I'm more of a big kid" Sean joked getting a little laugh from Tracy.

"I know, well thanks again" Tracy said as she hugged Sean again "I love you".

"Love you too Tracy" Sean said softly.

Tracy gave her brother a kiss on the cheek before looking deep into his eyes. Before Sean knew what was happening she grabbed his head in both hands and planted her full red lips on his kissing him deeply. 

Sean's eyes opened wide as his sister lips pressed into his she pulled back and looked at him before quickly getting up and running off out the front door leaving her shocked brother sat on the sofa, with a shocked expression and an erection.

It was only 1 day until Sean's birthday but the memory of his sisters kiss was still in his mind. Tracy had not acted strangely since the kiss she just acted as if it never happened. Sean couldn't just forget so easily. To him it was probably the biggest shock to his system since his dad died and he was having a hard time dealing with it.

"Who could I talk to?" Sean asked himself out loud as he sat alone in his bedroom.

Knock Knock Knock.

"Hello, Sean you in there?" Tracy asked through the door of Sean's room.

"Yeah, come in if you want" Sean said as he sat on his bed and looked at the door.

"Hi Sean, just came to tell you tomorrow your having a party for your eighteenth, so mum says you can invite anyone you want" Tracy said as she poked her head around the door.

"Oh great but there's not many people I know who can make it" Sean said back.

"Oh come on Sean there must be some people you can think of" Tracy said as she came in and sat next to Sean, who moved away slightly.

"No not really but you can invite some people, if you want to, I don't mind" Sean said as he looked out of the window into the bright sunlight.

"Thats really nice, but its your party not mine and being eighteen is a big thing, so this is supposed to be about you, not me and my friends" Tracy said putting her hand on Sean's, but he quickly pulled away.

"Well it really doesn't bother me, its just another year to me without..." Sean stopped and lowered his head.

"Dad" Tracy finished her brothers sentence.

Sean nodded and bit his lower lip.

"I know its hard, but dad would have wanted you to have a good time, to do all the things you wanted to, wouldn't he?" Tracy said moving closer to her brother and putting her arm around him. He nodded. 

"So you'll have the party and enjoy yourself then?" Tracy asked. Sean nodded again. "Good" she said as she got up and went to the door.

"Tracy invite anyone you want I don't really know anyone and it would be nice to see some people at a party who aren't family" Sean joked. 

Tracy nodded and smiled as she went out the door and to her room to get a list of people to invite.

The next day soon came and it was Sean's birthday. He woke up to the sight of his sister stood looking over him dressed in her normal way, a tight red top that exaggerated her massive assets and tight black leggings. She had a small, wrapped present in her hands.

"Happy eighteenth birthday Sean!" she said as she leaned forwards and extended her arms to present him with more then just the present. As Tracy leaned forwards the neck of her top fell from her and Sean was presented with a clear view down the top and at her massive breasts that were covered by a deep red bra just visible over the front of her breasts. "Sean". 

"Oh sorry, thanks Tracy" Sean said as he blushed at being caught looking. He took the present from Tracy and pulled his knee's up to try to cover his growing erection from his sister who had continued leaning forwards arching her back slightly pressing her firm breasts further out.

Sean tried to not look, but that was hard, very hard with such a gorgeous woman before him. She smiled.

Sean pulled off the wrapping paper and was greeted by a long black box.

"Hope you like it" Tracy said before Sean opened the box.

"Oh god Tracy its perfect!" Sean said as he opened the box and saw the brand new sports watch contained in it.

"Glad you like it, now I was told it has everything, stopwatch so you can time yourself running, heartbeat monitor so you can measure you rate" Tracy explained as she watched Sean excitedly put on the watch and start to look at the different functions.

"Tracy this is perfect, thanks so much!" Sean said as he leaned forwards to hug his sister.

"Oh, its my pleasure" Tracy said as she felt Sean's body press into hers. "The party will be at six tonight, so you have all day to get ready" Tracy said as she gave Sean a kiss again on the lips before walking off out of his room leaving Sean once again stunned.

The morning dragged on for Sean, his mother gave him her present, a new pair of the latest running shoes that must have cost a small fortune. Sean thanked her repeatedly before she headed off to work promising she'd be back before people started to arrive, so she could help out with the food and decorations.

Tracy was in the kitchen most of the day getting snacks ready for the party. Sean came walking in.

"Hi birthday boy" Tracy said as she saw her brother come in to the kitchen.

"Hi Tracy" Sean said a little uneasy.

"Ready for the party then?" she asked.

"Sure" Sean said back.

"Well I invited a few people. Just about eight or nine, didn't want it too big and to spoil but I can tell some not to come or some more to, if you want me to?" Tracy said to her brother.

"No that'll be fine, so who did you invite then?" Sean asked as he sat down at the table.

"Well Holly, Tori, Kat, Becky, Billy, Trish, Stacy and Jaqui" Tracy said over her shoulder at Sean.

"Wow plenty of women then, so who am I going to talk to?" Sean asked jokingly.

"Well there's Billy and I'm sure you'll get on with Deb and the others they know its your birthday and said they'd be nice to you so don't worry" Tracy said smiling at him cheekily.

"Billy, great" Sean said rolling his eyes.

"It is OK I invited Billy isn't it?" Tracy asked concerned.

"Sure he's your boyfriend" Sean said "Though I wish he wasn't"

"What was that?" Tracy asked. 

"I said sure he's your boyfriend" Sean replied.

"No after that" Tracy questioned.

"Nothing, just that now its my birthday, stop with the questions slave" Sean joked as he stood up from the table.

"Yes master, I'm sorry master" Tracy said as she curled her bottom lip like a scolded child then smiled.

The time of the party came closer, just 1 hour until it the guests were expected to arrive. The house had been completely changed. Chairs had been brought in so people could sit down and the table had been filled with food and beers, the curtains were closed but were thin enough to let plenty of light through, casting a shadowy shade over all the rooms.

Sean was just finishing getting changed when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Tracy shouted as she went to the door.

"Hi" the girl outside said.

"Hi Becky nice to see you, come in" Tracy replied as the girl walked in.

"Where's the birthday boy then?" she asked.

"Right here" Sean said as he came down the stairs, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. He looked over the girl she was about 5'7, deep red hair in a pony-tail, a nice body, about C cup breasts and nice legs, she wore a pink top and jeans that hugged her legs nicely.

"Feel free to get what you want" Sean said as he pointed to the table.

"Thanks" Becky said smiling as the doorbell went again.

A steady stream of people came threw the door over the next 30 minutes. Sean was introduced to them one at a time.

There was Holly a tall blond, who had a body much like Becky's, but a little smaller breasts. 

Tori who was quite short about 5'3, with black shoulder length hair and a tight body. 

Kat who looked much like Tracy about the same hight as his sister with much smaller breasts but longer legs. 

Trish who was about 5'8 with blond hair and a cute face she had that cheerleader sort of body that most men just drool over. 

Stacy who was the tallest 5'11, she had blond hair, a very tight body (she obviously worked out) and she had the longest legs Sean had ever seen they just went on forever. 

And finally there was Jaqui she was short about 5'4/5'5 dark haired and fit as all Tracy's friends seemed to be.

The Party had been going on for some time now everyone was having a good time talking and drinking and dancing to the music that had been put on when everyone had arrived well everyone but Billy he was late as usual. The doorbell rang about one and a half hours into the party Sean answered.