0 comments/ 20724 views/ 1 favorites Saturday Morning By: Playful_pet It is early Saturday morning. I know what a hard week you had, every evening coming home late, both physically and mentally exhausted. Carefully, I creep out of bed, so as not to disturb your slumber. After completing the morning tasks, I quietly re-enter the bedroom and find you still as you were left an hour or so ago, lying on your back with your right up pulled up and tucked under your head. Very gently, I move the covers and slip silently at your side. Facing you, I place my head on the shoulder of your bent arm. You move slightly as you feel my nipples, hard from the cool morning air, press against your skin. Without opening your eyes, you shift your body so that I am snuggled closer to you. Your heard turns and I feel your breath on my forehead. I lay my hand across your chest, my nails lightly scratching the surface of your nipple, awakening your senses. A growl escapes your lips as you swiftly turn towards me bringing your left hand to my chin. You raise my face and lift my lips to yours, capturing them and parting them with your tongue as you easily slip inside. The feel, the taste of your tongue as it begins to dance in my mouth, arouses me even more. Your fingers move from my chin, caressing my face and along my cheek until they find their way into my hair. Your hand presses my mouth harder against yours and the kiss deepens. I feel your fingers begin moving, drawing a trail along my side, gently touching my skin, moving to my hip and then returning on their journey up and back into my hair. Your other arm stretches and you cradle me, pulling me closer. Your fingers once again descend, moving along my shoulders, the small of my back and finally caressing my ass. Even though, I am a tall five foot ten inches, your six foot five frame envelops me. Your hands are large, and your fingers seem to extend forever. I feel you grasp the flesh of my backside and knead it easily, skillfully. You lower your hand to the back of my thigh and guide it up over your hip. My legs are now spread for your touch. Your fingers glide along my slit, finding it wet with desire. It is as though your hand is dancing across my lips, moving from my clit to that small tight hole between my cheeks that you love to play with. Continuing their dance, your fingers move back and forth spreading the juice of my pussy from end to end. I feel you pull me even closer as you deepen your kiss while the tips of your index and middle fingers begin to spread that little hole out. Stretching it as they being to push their way in. You feel my body stiffen as those fingers ease their way in, beginning their intrusion into my tight anal opening. First the tips enter, then their length. It is my turn to growl against your mouth. My hips automatically respond by trying to pull away. This does nothing but press me harder against that cock that has been growing strong between us. You soothe me with your words. Telling me, "that's it baby, open up for your Master". "Yes Master", is my only reply. Your fingers begin pressing deeper and then you stop, waiting for my body to accept the invasion. When you feel me relax around you, you press in a little farther. Gently, I feel you pulling back and my body works to expel you. But this is quickly changed when your reverse the direction and once again push forward pressing your way deeper inside. "That's it my pet," I hear you whisper in my ear, "fuck those fingers with that tight little butt hole of yours." "MMmmmmm, oh yes Master," I reply in a breathy moan. "Come on, stretch that ass around those fingers". You continue your invasion, working your hand rapidly, moving in and out, over and over. When I feel that I cannot take much more, you stretch your hand and press your thumb into my pussy. Pulling out some of those juices that are now flowing so freely, you bring your thumb to that tight back opening and smear it around, giving your fingers more wetness to slide on. Then, your thumb returns but this time it stretches to find my clit. Working around it teasing it. "Oh," is all that I can say, as I intake a deep breath. Right on target, your thumb assaults that hard nub. "Cum for me my pet," you repeat in my ear. "Cum for your Master." "Show your Master how you like to cum. Show me my pet." With your words, I feel my pussy begin in convulse to do a dance of its own. Your fingers are still pressed deep inside of my dark passage and your thumb rubs my clit. Moving rapidly now. My hips begin to buck wildly, as my pussy squirts it's juice soaking your fingers, soaking my slit. You let me ride the tide and then whisper, "That is a good pet. Now it is my turn". Saturday Morning Tess stretched - her body long in the bed. It was Saturday morning, and by her account, too early to be up. She padded downstairs, passing her brother's closed door and into the kitchen. Grabbing the orange juice container she drank straight from the carton while scanning the counter top. A pink piece of stationary caught her eye. "Tess and Jon - Decided to be silly teenagers for a while. Have gone on brief second honeymoon. Have no fear, will be back by Tuesday. Food in fridge, please no parties, and no drinking out of the cartons (tess!) Love you both Mum and dad" "Harrumph," Tess said, replacing the orange juice. The whole house to her self for the weekend... only had to share it with her slightly recluse older brother... the plans she could make... She started back upstairs, trying to think of whom to call first regarding the obvious party that would be happening, when she passed her brother's door, now cracked open. Thinking to wake him up she pushed it open farther and stopped. Jon was lying, very naked, on his bed. His cock, hard and rampant, was standing straight up and his hand moved at a slow smooth pace over the shaft. His hips lifting with each stroke. Tess watched, transfixed. She had never seen a man jerk off before. Sure she had slept with a good dozen boys in the years since liberating her virginity, but this was something entirely new. Jon moaned, his hand working up and down his cock at a faster pace. Tess bit her lip, completely enthralled, her own pussy damp. His body arched off the bed as he moaned again, his breathing hard and loud. His hips pumping the air as his cock shot off stream after stream of hot white cum. Tess licked her lips as she watched it land over his stomach, her hands teasing the edge of her pajama pants. She tiptoed back to her bedroom, hoping that Jon wouldn't hear. Back in her bed, her fingers worked down her body until they found her hot center. She spread her pussy lips, teasing her clit. She slipped a finger into her hot hole, her hips pumping her hand. She gasped softly, working her finger in and out of her cunt. Taking her other hand, she flicked her clit, each movement bringing her closer to orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut as she fucked herself with her fingers. She was so close and then, suddenly her hands were above her head, held there tight. Her eyes popped open. Jon loomed above her, holding her hands tight and high above her head She pushed up hard against him, feeling his body push back against hers. "You like to watch? Do you?" He snarled. This was unlike any side of Jon she had ever seen. "No, it's was ju-" She tried to explain. "It was just nothing! You think you can just tease as you like and have no matter for the consequence? " He pushed his now rock hard erection against her belly and she gasped. "Jon, please, just calm down for a minute." He pushed again, his cock stiff between their bodies. "I won't calm down, I've had enough of your teasing to last a lifetime. I plan on taking what is mine!" He grabbed her by the hair, tugging her head up to look at him. He bent down, crushing his lips to hers. She gasped, it was so sudden and he was so hot. He took advantage of her spreading lips to stab his tongue into her mouth, running it along the edge of her teeth, teasing her tongue. Unwantedly, Tess began to feel her body react, her pussy becoming even more wet. Jon's tongue battled with hers, pumping her mouth. Holding her hands together with one hand, he tugged her pajama trousers over her hips and down her legs, tossing them aside. He sat her up, as if she were little more then a rag doll and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her full breasts. He pushed her back down, leaning down hard over her. Her breasts pressed tight against his chest. Now, both naked, she could feel the heat of his body down the entirety of her own. She arched up against him, feeling his cock against her aching pussy lips. "Jon, please..." "Such a tease! Even now you want me." Jon slipped a finger between her legs, running it down the thick lips of her pussy. "I can feel how wet you are." He slid a finger between the lips, teasing. Tess gasped, her hips pushing up against his hand. His finger slid farther down, finally finding her hot hole and entering. He pumped slowly, feeling her heat rise. "Beg me, Tess. Beg me to fuck you." Tess bit her lip and turned her head to the side, trying desperately to quell the hot fever that was between her legs. Jon added another finger, pumping her pussy, feeling the muscles tighten around him. "Beg me. I won't let you cum until you do." He dropped her arms and started teasing her clit with his free hand, rubbing it in slow hard circles. She moaned softly, arching up against him hard. "Jon..." She gasped. He grabbed his cock and slid it around her clit. He slid his cock against the lips of her pussy, slowly rocking his hips, watching as she writhed on the bed. "Beg me Tess. Beg for my cock." He punctuated his words by pressing the head of his cock into her and then withdrawing. He leaned down to kiss her, whispering against her lips. "Beg" Tess arched, pushing his breasts against him. Jon leaned down, taking a nipple between his lips and biting gently. He suckled hard, his tongue running over the teat until it was rock hard. Her breathing came out ragged. He bit down harder. "Just beg, Tess,” He said as he trailed a line of kisses to her other nipple, taking that one into his mouth. She pushed up against him, feeling his cock rub her pussy. He bit her nipple hard again, while twirling the other between his fingertips. She gasped hard, almost lifting off the bed. "Jon... please..." He looked down at her. "Please what?" he moved his hips, his cock throbbing against her skin. "Please...I want..." He leaned in close, his lips almost touching hers. "What?" "Please... fuck me Jon... please..." He lifted his hips and positioned himself at her pussy. She moaned loudly, her legs spread wide to receive his cock. He slid in slowly, stopping half way. "Tell me how much you want my cock Tess... tell me" She lifted her hips, trying to get more of his cock. "I want you to shove your cock into me... pound me with it Jon, I need you to fuck me so hard." Jon drew back before slamming into her, his cock sliding all the way in. She cried out her pleasure, her body bucking hard. He pounded her body, each thrust harder then the last. She cried out with each deep shove, she body bouncing. He breasts jiggling with each thrust of his body. "Harder. I want you to shove into me harder." she cried. Jon started pistoning her tight cunt, his hips hitting hers. The hard sounds of slapping flesh the only sound other then Tess' moans. He reached down, teasing her clit. "Cum for me Tess... Cum for me." He said as he rolling his fingers over her clit. She gasped, arching up against him, her hips bucking madly. He reached down to pinch her nipples, watching her face as she readily accepted his cock. She arched up hard, pressed close to him as she came over his hard cock. He thrust into her all the way, feeling her tight cunt close over his cock. It took only another thrust and he came into her, shooting his cum into her hot pussy. Tess purred, happily satiated. She wrapped her legs around him, keeping his semi hard cock still inside her. "Happy now?" She asked. He pushed up into her, her cock starting to swell again. "I'll show you happy." He said, leaning down to kiss her hard.... (to be continued) Saturday Morning Your hand on my breast wakes me up. You're spooned behind me, skin against skin. You don't know, but I've never liked sleeping like this. I've always felt claustrophobic with someone holding me from behind. But not with you. When I'm in your arms like this, it feels perfect. I feel safe and loved. It just fits. The sky is light enough that I can see what you're doing. There's something so heady about watching you play with my body. You know just how to touch me and I love seeing my body respond to you. My nipple becomes a hard little nub as you rub it with your palm. Tingles of pleasure grow in me, but I take a deep breath and try to control it. Are you sleep-groping me again, baby? You're the only man I've ever know that will actually fondle me while lost in the Land of Nod. You tease and then, just when you have my body fully awake, you fall back into that deep slumber. I've learned the hard way that I can't let myself get too turned on until I know if you're awake. I watch as you roll my nipple between your thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly. There's a tightening sensation low in my belly and I arch a bit, pushing my bottom back against you - needing to feel your skin move against mine. Then, your hand goes slack against my breast and you start to quietly snore. Damnit. I'm not sure whether to groan or giggle. I contemplate rolling over and waking you, but I know how tired you were last night and don't want to ruin your sleep. Deciding I can wait until morning is fully upon us, I close my eyes and relax into your arms. I'm almost asleep a few moments later when you shift around, settling into your sleep (or so I assume). Your left hand still holds my right breast, but now your right hand has moved to rest low on my abdomen, your fingertips just brushing my pussy. My eyes fly open. You've never done *that* in your sleep before. I stay perfectly still... wondering what's going to happen next. The anticipation making my heart beat just a little bit faster. You start again...playing with my nipple and Gods, baby, does it respond quickly. You roll it, pinch it and tug on it. My eyes close as I'm carried away on the wave of pleasure washing through me. You're the only man that can make me crazy just by playing with my tits. Then your fingers brush almost imperceptibly against my naked lips. My breath catches in my throat. Was that just a muscle twitch or are you awake? If it weren't for the fact that I keep my pussy bare, I would not have felt it. I'm almost afraid to react too strongly; I don't want to do anything that may startle you and stop you from touching me. I carefully tilt my hips; trying to ease the growing heat in my pussy by pushing against your hand. All that I can do is brush my lips against your fingertips. The heat from your palm against my outer lips makes me whimper softly with frustration. The more I think about you sliding your finger between those lips, the more slick I get. I press my thighs together, trying to ease the prickling heat, but it just seems to make it worse. You've not stopped playing with my breast and now it's so sensitive it almost hurts. I feel your teeth grazing my shoulder and neck, sending shivers right down to the core of me. You press against my pussy, pulling me back against your hips - and I can feel your cock hard against my ass. You press harder, putting a delicious bit of pressure on my pussy and it only makes me want you more. My clit throbs and my poor pussy is aching to feel you inside me. You pull my right leg over your thigh, and I feel cool air against my pussy. I open my eyes watch you run your fingers back and forth; spreading my lips and making your beautiful fingers shiny with my juices. I'm writhing in your arms. You move so lightly... just tickling my clit like a breath and then going lower, stopping just short of sliding inside me before moving higher once again. I try to lift my hips...encouraging you to explore further, but your arm, pressed across my hip, holds me fast against you. I moan and you chuckle devishly in my ear. For one brief second, I can think clearly enough to realize you're most definitely awake, but I'm totally helpless with need. I want to ask you to stop this; to fuck me until I cum and then fuck me some more, but I don't think I could form a sentence right now. I whimper your name and squirm as much as I can in your tight embrace. Suddenly, you release me and I'm lost in those few seconds without your touch. In one smooth move, you pull on my hip, rolling me onto my back as you move over me. Your knees quickly push my legs open and I feel your cock rubbing against my pussy. I stay perfectly still and hold my breath. I love this kind anticipation: feeling you right there, knowing that soon I'll have what I want, and then, ohhhh gods, that first, slow, push. You start to move and I groan again. This is what I wanted... this is what I miss when you're not around. There is nothing sweeter in this world (or any other) than having you inside me. It brings each cell of my body alive in a way that nothing else can. I squeeze your cock each time you thrust into my pussy. You whisper how much you love my pussy; how tight it is and how hot, but I can't answer. I'm drunk with the exquisite feeling of every inch of your cock going inside me. My pussy stretching to accommodate you until you're deep inside me. Gods, baby, I love it when you bury your cock all the way inside me. I push up a bit and rub my aching clit against you. You push harder into me, pressing your body against my clit and I shift my hips side to side, rubbing it harder and harder against you. You're whispering to me, telling me to cum for you, cum on you. I feel my orgasm building and my pussy starts to twitch. I push my little clit harder against you. You're so deep in my pussy that I can feel you pressing against my womb. That bit of internal pressure is all I needed. It hits me; waves of icy heat emanating from my pussy like shockwaves. I can't breathe, can't think. I'm not aware of anything but the almost painful strength of the orgasm ravaging me. Unknowingly, I hold your cock like a vise, not letting you move until the first and strongest waves are over, then you move inside me again. You're thrusting with a purpose now, I can feel you getting harder, thicker as we fuck. My nails leave a path down your back and I grip your ass, pulling you harder into me with each stroke. I tell you that I want to feel you throb inside my tight little pussy as you cum, baby, please. You don't answer. It's your turn to be lost now. I watch your face; your eyes close as it builds and builds. Finally, one last hard thrust and you stiffen. You're so quiet when you cum, love. So unlike me that way. But I can feel your cock pulsing in my pussy and I love it. You rest on top of me for a moment, kiss my forehead and tell me you love me. I smile at you and I know you can see the love for you in my eyes. Then, just as smoothly as before, we turn back on our sides. I curl up in your arms once again and you pull the covers over us. My last thought before drifting off into a very deep slumber is how very much I love the way you wake me up, and I can't wait to do it again...perhaps in an hour or so. Saturday Morning I came out the depths of my dreams with an erection as usual, but the sensation was especially wonderful this morning. As I knocked the residue of the nocturnal world back to the real world, I realized a hot, wet mouth was sucking me into the waking world. Her mouth was moving slowly and deliberately with a suction that was beckoning my essence out of me. My Mistress was preparing me for what she promised would be a most memorable weekend. I shifted slightly, and the strips on my ass rubbed against the silken sheets. With my behind soundly fucked and paddled, the silk almost felt like sandpaper. Suddenly, I was receiving a sensory overload as the sun peeked in through the curtains in the window. As she deliberately took my cock into her throat, her hands rubbed my stomach as they crept up my chest. Taking her long nails, she started tweaking the nubs on my chest. My body betrayed the urgency within, and my hips involuntarily started pumping. Her long nails started pinching my nipples like her favorite nipple clamps. She stopped momentarily, rising and saying, “Don’t even think about coming yet. I want to make sure I keep your attention all weekend. You are denied release at least until tomorrow, sweet.” With that, she resumed sucking my now rock-hard erection. She shifted a bit, and motioned me to spread my legs. Stopping again, she stopped long enough to say, “Knees up, my sweet slave. I need to have complete and total access to all of you.” As she resumed sucking me, her finger snaked down to my rosebud and started teasing my stretched hole. Her finger started parting me. She crouched up on her knees, and started sliding her hand on my cock, now slick with her saliva and leaking precome. She gazed down at me with a Mona Lisa smile on her face. As she began talking, she almost absent-mindedly continued her slow, sensual stroking of my cock and finger-fucking of my ass. “Good morning, sunshine. Now that I have your undivided attention, let me tell you your duties for today. First, you will be my bathroom servant today. You will draw my bath and wash every inch of my body with your hands, mouth, and tongue. When I pee, you will lick me dry. You will apply body lotion and my favorite scented powder all over my body. In a word, you will pamper me absolutely and completely.” “I will have several orgasms today, and you will be ready at all times to accommodate my needs. Again, your tongue will lick my nectar during and after every orgasm. After my bath, I will be meeting with my personal trainer. He has a very handsome and large cock, so I will be letting him give me a good fucking. Before I leave, I will bind you firmly to the bed with a vibe in your ass. When I return, you will be waiting here on the bed, and clean me thoroughly with your tongue.” “What a great start to the weekend. Before you start my bath, my pussy needs your attention.” She pulled her finger from my ass and shifted around with her knees on each side of my head. Her hand still kept an agonizingly slow pumping of my cock. As there was some residue left from last night’s lovemaking, the musky smell of her nectar was made even more pungent by the aged smell of one day old sex. “Tongue out, my sweet. I want your tongue to be like a little cock. Put it in as far as it will go and keep it rigid.” She slowly lowered her pussy onto my rigid tongue and started posting on my tongue-cock. As she took my tongue inside her, her rosebud came in contact with my nose. She ground her hips into my face, then rose again to repeat the same motion. The combination of my tongue and nose were mimicking a miniature double penetration. As her passion increased, so did the amount of nectar dripping from her love hole. The wetness of her passion began dripping into my mouth, and I had to swallow on her upstroke. Her persistent stroking of my cock was stimulating me almost to the point of no return. I started moaning softly as her motions became faster and faster. Recognizing the signs of my impending orgasm, she stopped and pulled down on my balls, which she knew would stave off my orgasm. Quickly reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieved the spiked cock ring and binding and wrapped my genitals to prevent an accident. She then sat up putting her hands on my chest. By doing so, her ass became more firmly planted on my nose as she posted. Her motions got more feverish, and she started tweaking and pinching my nipples as her motions got more intense. She shifted her hips and started a backward and forward movement. Taking my cue, I started teasing her clit on the backstroke, licking across her wet, pouting lips, and ending with my tongue teasing her rosebud. As her motions became more urgent, her breath became ragged and little moans of passion accompanied the rustling of the satin sheets. As if on cue, the wetness of her pussy started increasing the closer she came to orgasm. I kept my tongue moving to make sure that all her sensitive areas were getting attention. Finally, she started pinching my nipples as a low moan started increasing in volume. Then a gush of wetness flooded my face as intense wet heat bathed my entire face. “Oh, yes, my little tongue slut. Take my wetness. You love it, don’t you? I’m going to give you everything you need and more. Eat all of me!” With that, she let out a long moan and ground her pussy and ass all over my face. “Oh, my, my, my… You are my prize pupil. What a great eye-opener for this beautiful morning. Accompany me, my pet.” She reached back and caressed my check as she arose from the bed. I watched her sensual ass as she strode languidly toward the bathroom. I followed her in the bathroom and she turned and stretched as she stood in front of the toilet. As she sat on the toilet, she pointed to the edge of the toilet between her legs and a said, “Put your chin right here, my darling. It always feels good to pee, but I want your tongue teasing my clit as I pee. That will make a common chore extraordinary.” I placed my chin on the toilet seat and snaked my tongue toward the top of her perfectly shaved pussy. As my tongue lightly teased her spread lips, a stream of pee started trickling from my Mistress. “Mmmmm…. Delightful, my sweet….” Little stray drops splashed about as the flow increased. She put both hands on my head and directed my ministrations as she relieved herself. When the flow stopped, she pushed my head lower and my tongue started caressing her damp lips. “Get all of it, my sweet.” She spread her legs a little wider to allow deeper access into her pussy. I started lapping her like a thirsty dog, and her breathing became more urgent and labored. I recognized that she was searching for her second orgasm of the morning, so I renewed my oral search at the altar of my worship. With both hands holding my head, she directed my tongue so that her orgasm came quickly. “Ahhh, yesssssss….,” she hissed. “On your back on the bath mat, my sweet slut.” I fell backward and she followed straddling my head. She reached beneath her hips and spread herself as she lowered her wide open pussy onto my mouth. “Lick me good, and I may make some allowances for today.” I stuck my tongue out and tasted her pungent nectar. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, and I gently teased her nipples as my tongue did it’s work. She spit in her hand and grasped my rigid cock and started her signature agonizingly slow hand-job. “You’ve done such good work this morning that I believe I want you to share breakfast with me. I am awfully hungry this morning, aren’t you?” She bent down, and we were now in the classic 69 position. She started licking my balls as her hand continued it’s stroking of my member. As my tongue danced around her pussy, her mouth started mimicking my actions. When my tongue dove into her openness, her mouth consumed my cock. When I licked around her clit and lips, her tongue licked my rigid meat in the same manner. We were becoming synchronized in our efforts to take each other to orgasm. “Very good, sweet… I want you to come with me now.” With that our mouths delved into each other and we both sprinted inexorably toward our goals. For those few moments, we were equal in stature in the world. Both of us were trying to coax the best that we could out of each other, and to transport each other to the highest of conscience levels. Her wetness was becoming more profound, and I knew she would be ready within the next moment or so. Her mouth and tongue were expert in their efforts, and I turned on the internal switch which would allow my release. Like two ravenous animals, we feasted on each other. Her thighs started clamping my face, and I knew she was there. My cum boiled in my balls and I was savoring the eminent release. Just as she started her low moan, my come started exploding up through my core. For a brief moment we both froze in ecstasy, and we both released our juices to be savored by the other. We let out a mutual moan of release as out mouths stayed firmly planted on each other. I lapped all of her wetness, being mindful that her clit was usually extremely sensitive right after orgasm. My licking transitioned to kissing and I made love to her private offering to me. Meanwhile, she took all of my essence into her mouth and as the ring of her mouth slid gently up and down my shaft. There was a brief moment as we nursed on each other that was like no other in the common experience of human beings. There was such a feeling of openness and extreme vulnerability which made me in awe of this other person with me. At that moment, it was easy to understand how the most intense relations in the human condition is that of lovers. She pushed herself up and spun around to cuddle with me on the bathmat on the tiled floor. She cuddled next to me, and our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. She reached up, caressed my cheek, and placed a kiss on my lips. As her lips met mine, her tongue snaked out and forced my lips open. Her taste was salty and pungent, and I recognized that she had not swallowed my come, but was feeding it to me. As she rolled on top of me, both hands went to my face and she opened our mouths to a full, hot kiss. Our tongues jousted in a pool of my come, and she emptied all of my essence from her mouth to mine. We must have kissed for five minutes as we our tongues danced with each other. We hugged each other and tried to pull each other into ourselves, feverish with the need to become one. Finally, breaking the kiss, she looked directly into my eyes. For a moment too long, she said nothing, then she smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. “That was SO hot, sweet. It is rather unconventional to have crème pie for breakfast, but that’s us, isn’t it? Unconventional.” I smiled as she laid her head on my shoulder and we basked in the glow of each other. “Enough loafing around, let’s get going”, she said as she slapped my butt and got up off the floor. “Draw my bath while I put my hair up, sweet.” I bent over the edge of the tub and started the water flowing in the tub. I poured a bit of the bath oils into the tub and swished it around. The sweet smell and the bubbles started emanating from the tub. I felt like the sorceress’s apprentice mixing a magical brew. I continued adding the oil until the bath was just the proper mixture. As I turned, I offered my hand to help her into the tub. She took my hand and carefully stepped into the bubbling brew. As she squatted down into the burning mixture, she let a gentle hiss come from her lips as her body got used to the heat of the water. “First use the loofa sponge on my back, sweet.” I took the loofa and dipped it in the water and started washing her sensual back. She moaned softly as I traced circles on her back. After a few minutes, she motioned me to stop, and lay back in the tub as her body was swallowed by the bubbly water. She reached over and handed me her razor, and I started shaving her legs as she playfully splashed in the water and washed her face. After each leg was a smooth as silk, I placed the razor back in it’s place on the corner of the tub. “I need your hands and mouth now, sweet. Use your fingers and play with me while you suck my breasts.” I leaned forward and reached under the bubbly water and found her shaven snatch and used my fingers to gently spread her petals. I leaned over and suckled her breasts which were nearly floating in the frothy pool. I took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked it like a newborn babe. I felt her little pearl between her legs and started making little swirling motions around and around in the warm water. Ever so often, I would use my finger tips to coat them with her juices and mix it with the warm oiled water. As I did my manual ministrations, I alternated between breasts and licked, kissed, and sucked every inch of her silky smooth chest. I noted her breathing quickening again, so I awaited her next instructions as I maintained my bathroom duties. “Very nice, pet, but I really need to get moving. Wash me thoroughly with my scented wash.” She stood, and I applied her favorite body wash, taking extra care to apply it to her knees, elbows, and shoulders. I took the bath cloth and rinsed her body as I finished washing my Mistress’s body. She bent slightly at the waist and spread her ass cheeks. “Use your tongue and clean my ass well, slave. I may want my trainer to fuck me there, and I would be mortified if I wasn’t squeaky clean.” I stretched my tongue out and started licking and probing her beautiful rosebud. As I licked, she spread herself wider until my entire face was pressed against her beautiful butt. “Mmmmm…. Feels heavenly, but time’s awasten. Fetch my towels, my sweet.” She straightened up as I went to the rack to fetch her two, thick towels. I held the first one out like a cloak, and she turned as I hugged the towel around her. With the second, I held it out so that she might dry her face with it. “Very good, sweet. Now run down to the kitchen and fix me some Oolong tea and juice, and maybe some fruit and croissant. I just need a few carbs before I head to meet my trainer. Ha! My trainer… kind of ironic, dontcha think, sweet?.” She was still chuckling as I left the room. I went to the kitchen and prepared the tea and fresh orange juice. I sliced some melon and strawberries on a tray, with the butter and warmed croissant. When I brought the tray back from the kitchen, she was finishing her preparations for me before she went out for her appointment. The cuffs and chains were laid in waiting at the four corners of the bed. The bottle of lube, the anal vibe, the cock ring, and her riding crop were in place on the bed side table. She was dressed in her training shorts and her favorite sports bra and tank top. “Here, sweet, place the tray on the bed and kneel at my feet. I want you to paint my toenails while I have breakfast.” She handed me her favorite color of nail polish, and I knelt down akimbo at her feet. She took her right foot and placed it in my lap, grinding the heel into my cock. I shook the polish and carefully started tracing each nail. I focused my attentions on each toe as she had her morning breakfast. After her right foot was complete, I gently traded it for her left foot and went about tracing each of her nails. I took both feet and gently blew on them to dry the polish, and to thoroughly inspect them to make sure they would be acceptable. “Very good, my sweet. They look marvelous! Now let’s get you ready so I can go.” “I need to get your ass ready, and nothing is better for that than a good whipping. Now assume position #3 for me.” I walked over to the stool at the dressing table and laid across it like a crab. My stomach was flat on the seat with my legs and arms spread out in a table-like posture. I heard her walking over to the bedside table and getting her crop. She took a couple of practice strokes, and I could hear the crop whizzing through the air. I heard her walking up behind me, and I felt the crop tapping the inside of my thighs, instructing me to spread my legs wider. She took the flapper on the end of my crop and started tracing my tight bud. “We still have much work to do, sweet. Your are still a little tight ass. I want that little bud to be winking at me every time we are ready to play. There is still a lot of resistance in your body. It is my hope that these whippings will break you of those useless bad habits you still harbor.” With that I heard the whizzing of the crop through the air, and then the first blow landed sharply on my right buttocks. The initial shock forced a gasp of air from my lungs, and before I could catch my breath, the second blow landed on my left cheek. She was really on a roll today, and she started whipping me with a staccato cadence that left me nearly breathless. I fiercely held on to not crying out, but the tears started welling in my eyes. As before, the pain started blending into a glass-like warmness, and I quit resisting the pain and simply went limp and accepted the blows. After 20 of her best, she stopped momentarily and rubbed my hanging scrotum with the crop. She took her hand, and started tracing the stripes with her fingernails, and inevitably ended tracing my bud with her finger. I was completely surrendered to her offering, and I was hers to do with as she pleased. As she finished, a slight film of sweat was detectable on her upper lip. “Better… much better, my little slut. I think the whippings are helping. That is very good… very good, indeed. Don’t you think that is a good thing, sweet?” “Yes, Mistress, thank you for helping me.” She placed the crop down, and took the lube and started squirting it on her fingers. She reached down and placed one finger inside and started a little fuck motion. She dribbled some more lube, and added another finger to her ministrations. “Oh, you’ve got such a nice ass to play with. If only it didn’t take so much to open you up. I think we’ll leave you with the plug-vibe today. While I’m gone, I want you to concentrate on keeping your ass open for me. It is my little playground, and I want to go in on a moment’s notice. Understood, sweet?” “Yes, my Mistress.” She took the vibrating plug, and started twisting the point into my anus. With a steady motion, she pushed the plug inside quickly. With a muffled groan, I adjusted to the intruder. With the steady pressure on my prostate, my cock was quickly engorged. She flipped the switch on, and there was an exquisite blend of heat and vibration which blotted out nearly everything else in the world. “Up you go, my sweet. Let’s get you tucked in, and then off I go.” I walked over to the bed, and obediently laid myself out in the X-position. The contact of the sheets against my warm backside seemed obscenely cold, but the heat radiating from my backside was now not at all unpleasant. She went about taking each of my limbs and applying the cuffs to them. Soon I was spread-eagled on the bed, like a large raft with my cock being the center mast. “Hmmm… something is missing….. Oh yes, the clamps… can’t forget the clamps!” She reached in the bedside drawer and brought out her favorite pair. These were the tip with the rubberized tips, and adjustable tension. Licking her fingers, she started tweaking each nipple until it stood at attention. As she applied each clamp, she adjusted the tension until I winced, and backed-off one half turn. She looked down at her handiwork, and nearly beamed. “My, my… not bad if I do say so myself.” She went to the foot of the bed and crouched between my outstretched legs. She licked the palm of her right hand and started again with her agonizingly slow hand-job. With the other hand, she started tapping and turning the end of the anal plug. Saturday Morning “My goodness, I nearly forgot that you haven’t eaten yet. How forgetful of me. I should take much better care of my property. Well, don’t worry. I’ll bring you back a hot box lunch!” With that, she kissed the tip of my cock, winked at me, and sprinted out of the room. I heard the jingle of her keys as she got them from the counter. The door shut, and I heard her car start and recede from earshot. The humming continued, and I eagerly awaited her return. I jumped as I heard the door close. It must have been close to three hours before her return. In the meantime, the vibe in my ass was driving me crazy. The stimulation on my prostate had promoted a steady flow of precome, and my crotch was soaked. The pressure in my bladder was building up to add to my misery. I was overstimulated, and needed relief in so many ways. As she sauntered in the room, I noticed that her clothing was soaked in sweat from her workout, especially her shorts. “Hi there, sweet. What a great workout today! I’m about to pop though. I’ll be right there. Be patient just a little longer.” As she was talking, she was doffing all her clothing and throwing it into the clothes hamper. She padded over to the bathroom, and I heard the steady rush of pee, which only added to my torment. As she came out of the bathroom, she was taking down her hair and shaking it briskly as she was walking back. “Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this all afternoon, my little tongue slave. Ben, my trainer, bent my like a pretzel today. I made sure to rub up against him in all the right places, and sure enough, he gave me our little added bonus. He road me like a jockey on a racehorse. Mmmmm, it was absolutely wonderful.” As she reached the bed, she briefly checked all the cuffs, then she climbed on the bed with her ass on over my face. “Look at what I brought home for you, sweet. A freshly fucked pussy. I know how you love that. And you know how I love to make you eat it. He must have come at least twice in me. Now tongue out, babe. I really want to enjoy this.” She took her hand and used my copious precome to start her signature hand job on me as she slowly lowered her pussy toward my face. Her pussy glistened with come, and I could detect little white clots of come coating the lips. The smell was a exquisite blend of sex, sweat, pee, and musk. With my tongue extended, she stopped briefly when the tip of my tongue made contact with her glossy lips. She started a slight backward and forward motion as she used my tongue to split her petals open. I scooped several gobs of come which had collected on her nether lips and swallowed them down. After her fucking this afternoon, her pussy was open and inviting. “Is my little tongue slut hungry? Tell me what you want, sweet.” “Please feed me your come-filled pussy, Mistress.” “Do you love it, sweet?” “I love it and need it, my Mistress.” “Make your tongue real hard for me, and I’ll let you have it all.” With that, she started settling down on my face. My rigid tongue went into her as her asshole rested squarely on my nose. My tongue was immediately barraged with thick, hot come as she began fucking my face. As she settled back, she grabbed the nipple clamp chain, and started tugging. “Whenever I pull your nipples, I want you to worship my clit.” I pulled my come-covered tongue and started teasing her swollen button. She moaned softly as I teased and kissed her clit. The tension on the chain stopped, so I stuck my tongue back in her love hole. Another tug, another lapping of her lips and clit. And so it continued as she controlled her own ascent to her orgasm. “Oh, God, sweet. Lick me, you little slut!” Her grinding became more pronounced as she coated my entire face with the lotion of her ardor. As she moved, her rosebud was being fucked by nose. I nearly ran out of breath several times as she covered my face and ground herself on me. Her motion became frantic as she reached the pinnacle of her passion. “Oh, yes, yes, yes,……….. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Her body tensed as her orgasm consumed her. She pulled the chain so hard that the clamps slipped off my nipples. I let an unheard cry up inside her as her open pussy consumed my face. A rush of wetness poured from her and drops of she-come dripped off my ears into the pillow. “FUCK, THAT’S GOOD!”, she wailed. She collapsed on top of me, and I was able to catch a blessed gulp of air. She fell forward toward my feet, and I could feel the cleavage of her breasts enfold my rigid pole. Her nipples were hot little pebbles boring into my lap. I could feel her racing heartbeat transmitted to my body like a sounding board. As she reveled in the afterglow of her orgasm, I stayed motionless so as not to distract her from her euphoria. We both lay motionless as she went through what the ancients called “the little death”. A few minutes later, her hand started stroking my thighs, and I could tell she was coming back to this world. I glanced at the clock which showed 11:59. Saturday morning was nearly over. My only hope that Saturday afternoon would be just as glorious. Saturday Morning I awoke slowly, stretching lazily. It was only 6am so I curled up and tried to go back to sleep, but thoughts of last night began creeping into my mind. Turning over I ignored the thoughts, or tried to. It's Saturday morning, I didn't want to wake up. However, thoughts of sucking David off as he drove home from dinner the night before were firmly lodged in my mind. My nipples were getting hard, as more and more memories poured into my mind. Squirming around, I could feel the familiar tingling beginning between my legs. I started to gently rub my clit, I could almost hear the way he moaned as I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh and pressed against his cock. I slowly pushed two fingers inside my pussy, pulling them back out, sliding them in again, fucking myself with them. In my mind I was sucking David off again, smelling and tasting him. When I thought of that hot cum shooting down my throat, it was too much. My body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me. My breathing slowed and I gave up on going back to sleep. I wondered if David could be persuaded to shower with me. Getting up, slipping my nightshirt over my head, almost moaning as the material brushed against my nipples. I walked down the hall and I could feel the moisture between my legs. There was David just where I thought he might be, sitting at his computer. I leaned against the door frame and watched him for a few minutes.. I loved how he looked, in his boxers and t-shirt, to me he was the sexiest man ever. When I looked at him, I didn't see the gray hair, or notice that his body lacked the firmness of an 18 year old. I saw the man I desired and wanted to grow old with. Looking over David's shoulder, I saw he was reading and his hand was slowly stroking up and down his shaft. His cock was shiny with precum, and so hard and erect. Oh God I want that cock, I thought as I walked up behind him and slid my hands down his chest, leaning over and kissing the back of his neck. I leaned over further, pressing my breasts against him and ran my finger around in the precum. "Morning, darlin, having fun?" I asked, as I licked my finger clean. Laughing he took my hand and pulled me around to his lap. I snuggled back against him, making sure that he could feel how wet I was as his cock snuggled right between my ass cheeks. Looking over my shoulder I watched his face as I ground my ass back against him. He grabbed my ass and humped against me, before reaching under my nightshirt and pulling gently on my nipples. "Ahhhh Shelia, you feel good this morning." David murmured. Reaching over David clicked the mouse and a slide show of our favorite porn started flashing on the computer screen. I kept watching the screen as picture after picture flashed, David started tracing his fingers all around my smooth ass. I was trembling, both from the visual stimulation and knowing he was looking at my ass as he touched me. He ran his hand under me and brushed against my pussy. "Already so wet? Just what have you been doing?" He teased. I couldn't help moaning out loud as his fingers slipped inside me. Sliding in and out slowly, dragging my juices from my sopping wet pussy to my asshole and back. Pushing my night shirt up and off, throwing it into the corner, he never stopped the motion of his fingers. Slipping his fingers all the way out, he rubbed my clit, before he stroking along my slit to my ass. Pressing gently against my asshole and then stroking all the way back up he plunged two fingers deep in me again. His free hand pinched and pulled my nipple, forcing another orgasm to overpower me. My pussy clamped down on his fingers as I shuddered against him. "I love how your pussy squeezes my fingers when you cum." David whispered softly. The picture on the computer screen changed, this time two women were kneeling , their backs to each other. They were surrounded by a group of men, all jerking off. The picture flashed and suddenly the women were both being covered in cum. "Would you like to be one of those girls, getting all that nasty cum shot all over them?" David asked. I just kept watching, picture after picture, all showing women getting cum sprayed on them. I was wondering what it felt like to be coated with semen, when suddenly, I felt a sharp stinging pain as David slapped my ass. His calloused palm setting off sparks of pleasure, as he rubbed my cheek to take the sting out. "I asked you a question." he growled at me. I could only nod my head yes and moan. God how is it this man can excite me so much, even after all the time we have been married? David was holding my hips and grinding his cock against my bare skin, it was driving me insane. I was aching to have him slide that thick cock inside me. I forced my hips back against him, hoping he would take the hint. Hoping he would ram his cock deep into my pussy until his balls were pressed against me. "You want my cock, my sweet? Do you? Then you know what you better do" Oh yes, I knew what he wanted and fell to my knees in front of him. Trembling, I reached for him. After his cock teasing my ass, I wanted it and if I could only have it in my mouth, I didn't care. Then David grabbed my hands, not letting me touch him. My eyes flew up to meet his. I was on the verge of begging for his cock. "No, no!" he was taunting me. " I didn't hear the magic word, did I?" His cock was so hard, I watched it throb. It was covered with precum, the head so dark it was almost purple. I ached for it. Holding both my hands in one of his, David slowly stroked his cock, forcing a drop of precum to form, then slowly ooze down the shiny head. I couldn't take my eyes off his dick, I tried to speak but only whimpers escaped. "You want that don't you." he tormented me. "You know how to get it." I licked my lips and swallowed, trying to speak again. "Please, I need to suck you." I begged. David freed my hands and leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs wide for me. I watched as he stroked his cock with both hands, making a huge drop of precum well up. Placing my hands on his thighs, I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly up his cock. Thrusting my tongue in the little slit, scooping up the precum. Oh dear lord, he tasted so good. I can't ever get enough of loving him. I felt his fingers combing thru my hair, pulling slightly, as I traced my tongue around his cock. Slowly lapping up all the precum. With a groan, David held my head and thrust into my mouth. Sucking harder now, running my tongue all around. I heard him hiss as my hands cupped his balls, squeezing softly. I stopped sucking, just holding him in my mouth, as I danced my tongue up and down his cock. Making sure to flick and swirl it against the ridge. I pulled my head back, sucking and licking on just the tip, lightly raking my tongue across it, then sucking as much as I could into my mouth. David arched up and forced his cock deep in my mouth, almost making me gag. He was pulling my hair, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. "Yes baby, suck me harder!" David gritted through his teeth. I sucked harder, feeling his balls tighten up, as I played with them. I was so wet, my whole body tingled with excitement as I pushed my tongue against the underside of David's cock, teasing him making him groan. I could smell the musky smell of sex, and knew he was going to cum. Slowly, I drew my head back until only the tip of his cock was trapped in my mouth. Increasing the suction, rubbing my tongue mercilessly against the ridge and squeezing his balls in a frantic rhythm. Suddenly with a deep growling groan, his body bucked, and he forced his cock deep in my mouth. Holding it there as he pumped my mouth full of hot salty cum. So much I almost choked, I swallowed as quickly as I could, milking his cock. Greedily swallowing every drop. As I licked the last drops off my lips, David pulled me into his lap and buried his face in my neck, holding me close as he caught his breath. "God, Sheila, you make me crazy, lover." He whispered to me. Grinding myself into his lap, I begged," Fuck me David, please, just fuck me now! David's cock was still hard as he turned me around and pushed me over his desk. I almost exploded as he rubbed his cockhead from my clit to my ass, teasing me, taunting me.He tugged on my hair, pulling my head up. I focused on the computer screen as I heard his whispered "Look!" The pictures flashing were all of butt fucking. God I ached, I needed his cock in me. I whimpered and pleaded for his cock. With one thrust he imbedded his cock deep in my pussy. I felt shock waves of pleasure shoot through my body.He pulled his shaft out, and I felt him guide it to my asshole. When he pushed against it , I tensed up, he had never done that before, but I was so far gone I didn't care. Suddenly he rammed it back into my dripping pussy. I could only groan and hold on to the desk as he thrust over and over. My tits were rubbing roughly against the desk with each thrust, adding to the sensations, driving me out of my mind. David's cock was sliding wetly in and out of my body, stretching me with every stroke. He fucked me harder and harder, one hand snaked around my hip and he pinched my clit, rubbing it, stroking it. I was almost sobbing as my orgasm overwhelmed me, making my body stiffen and relax, again and again. My sheath flexing and pulsing around David's cock, forced another load of cum from him. He groaned and pressed deep inside me, holding me tight as we both spasmed together. I could feel our mingled juices drip slowly down my leg as he pulled his cock away and fell back into his chair. He pulled me back into his lap and held me as I slowly recovered and became aware of my surroundings again. "I think we need a shower." he said. Saturday Morning at the Hardware Store Jake sat in his pickup waiting for the hardware store to open. Along with him, there were a couple more trucks parked in the row behind him; everyone wanted to get an early to start on the day's work. He noticed a woman sitting in her car waiting off to one side. However, she seemed different because she was wearing what looked like a black evening dress. When the doors opened a few minutes late, she dashed into the door ahead of everyone else. Jake grabbed his list and his cup of coffee and walked into the store heading back to the plumbing area. He needed parts to fix his leaking toilet and some screws to fix a couple loose boards on the deck. The lady was already back in the plumbing department talking frantically to the salesman. Gathering his parts not too far away, Jake was able to catch some of the conversation. This woman had been out late last night and when she got home she was removing her tennis bracelet and dropped it down the drain. She wanted to know how to get it back out because it belonged to a friend. The man was trying to show her how to remove the trap under the sink, but she was just getting furious. She complained that she did not have the money for a plumber and had no idea what he was trying to say. She was a nice enough looking, her hair was a mess and it was obvious it had been a long hard night. Jake decided to see if he could help. If nothing else it would make the salesperson's day better so he could move on and help other people in the store. Putting a few pieces of drainpipe together, Jake tightened them hand tight, trying to show her how they came apart. Handing them to her, she began to struggle trying to take them apart with her hands. "No, you will need to use a wrench or pliers to loosen the nuts then it will slip apart," he told her. She stood there looking at him with a blank hazy stare. "Wrench?" It was then her hands went to her head holding it trying to understand. He finally said, "Where do you live? It will only take a couple minutes to get your bracelet out. I can follow you home and take it apart for you." Telling her he needed to buy a couple things first. He had already gotten his toilet parts and, looking on the rack, he added a trap wrench to his stuff. Walking to the hardware aisle, Jake grabbed a box of deck screws. Proceeding to the register, where he paid for the items. As they walked to the woman's car, Jake got her address in case they got separated as he followed her home. She was still frantic, worried about the bracelet. Jake told her if she had not run much water after dropping it that it would most likely be safe. She explained, "I was out until about three and came home with a friend. When I dropped the bracelet down the drain I decided to wait up until the store opened and get some help from them." The drive to her house was short, only about ten minutes away. During the drive, Jake wondered why he was helping a stranger like this, but she seemed nice and like she really needed it. Driving up to her place it seemed to be nice for someone who could not afford a plumber. As they walked up to the door Jake also noticed that she was wearing this amazing pair of heels. They had to be at least five inches high with a strap that came up the heel high around her ankle. The top was a clear acrylic that showed the entire top of her feet; her toenails were painted a striking red that matched her fingers. He swore they were some of the sexiest shoes he had ever seen. Her ass swayed back and forth as she walked to the door. It looked from behind as if her legs went clear up to the sky. Walking into the house she led him down the hall to the master bedroom. Along the wall was a large vanity right in the bedroom. The toilet and shower were off in a semi-secluded nook not far away. This one room had to be almost half as big as his entire house. She finally took the time to introduce herself, "My name is Rebecca. My bastard husband just left me; he isn't paying any alimony, just making the payments on the house, leaving me nothing but bills to pay." She was clearly upset at that. He said he was Jake and asked her into which of the basins the bracelet had fallen and she pointed to the one on the left. Trying to look down the trap all Jake could see was black. He asked if she had a flashlight and she returned with one that had dead batteries. So much for looking to see if it was even there. Dropping to his knees, Jake climbed under the sink to get the job over with so he could get home to his own plumbing chores. Looking at the pipes, Jake saw they were brass, not plastic like most houses. This place had been built with no expense in mind at all. Placing the wrench on the pipe Jake gave it a tug. The nut didn't budge. Shit, he thought, he would have to lie on his back to get more leverage. Turning over Jake grasped the wrench again giving it a good hard tug. "Arrr Shit!" It popped loose. Moving over to the other side a little farther up and harder to get to he slid deeper under the cabinet. Grasping the nut with the wrench he gave it a hard tug thinking it was in just as tight. The wrench spun freely, his fingers banged against the cabinet frame, and the trap came falling down splashing him with cold nasty water. Plopping onto the floor beside him was the bracelet. Cussing his shirtwet, Jake reached out handing Rebecca the bracelet. Quickly Jake unbuttoned his shirt to get the cold, wet cloth away from his skin. Grabbing the pipe Jake proceeded to put everything back in place. He did not use nearly as much force putting it back together as the pipes really only needed to be snug to work perfectly fine. When everything was finished, Jake rolled out from under the sink. Asking Rebecca to run some water to make sure it did not leak. Jake was lying on his back with his shirt open to his sides as Rebecca ran the water. He looked at the pipes for a long time making sure all was well. Telling her that everything was good; Jake lay back for a minute to catch his breath. Letting his eyes close for a second or two. Jake heard some rustling and looking up above him was Rebecca pushing her panties past her ankles. Looking up her dress, he could see her pussy spread open, the hair above her partly shaved pussy matted with cum from the night before. Lifting one heel from the floor to remove her panties, a small glob of cum slipped from her pussy and began to run down her thigh. Just like that, Jake's dick began to swell, monstrous and hard in a painful position, across his leg. Shifting to adjust his dick, Jake never took his eyes from the prize above him. "I don't have any money to pay you, but I can thank you for your trouble," Rebecca said and then dropped to the floor and began to unbutton Jake's jeans. Her fingers worked expertly at his belt then one by one, the buttons of his Levis came undone. Rebecca tugged his dick from his boxers. Hard and cramped in the confines, it was a fight for her to get it free. Once it was out in the open, Rebecca stroked it once or twice and then dropped her lips to Jake's dick. She didn't stop at the head, but swallowed it all in one long dive. Looking up at her, Jake could see her tits swaying free in her dress. All of the sudden, it made him wonder why he had not noticed before that Rebecca was braless. It did not matter at this point, his hands reached up grabbing them, pinching and pulling her. Rebecca screamed onto Jake's dick sending vibrations down the length. Holding her tits, Jake began to shove his dick up into her mouth fucking her face, as she sucked and stroked his shaft with her fingers. As good as her lips felt, Jake wanted more. Rebecca's cunt was dripping cum and he figured a little bit more would not hurt. Grabbing her head shoving his dick deep in her throat Jake rolled over forcing Rebecca to her back with his knees on each side of her body. He began to fuck her mouth from above holding himself up on his hands, his chest muscles flexed above her. His dick drove deep past her tonsils and Rebecca had no choice but to accept him. On his knees straddling Rebecca's stomach, he pulled his dick from her mouth and looked down at her. Grinning, he asked, "Are you ready to pay me journeyman's wages?" She smiled as he scooted down her body. Climbing between her legs he pulled them up; spreading them apart, he drove his dick deep and hard into her pussy. Rebecca's cunt was prelubed with someone else's cum and she was stretched for fucking; he easily slipped in completely. Rebecca moaned and then screamed at the sudden invasion. Then Jake began to pound his dick as deep and hard in her pussy as he could. Jake looked down at her tits as they bounced freely in her dress and he picked up his assault of her pussy. Her hips rocked to meet his thrusts. "Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck me harder!" she yelled. His dick coated with last night's cum made squishy sounds as Jake slipped in and out of her used hole. His dick raked her insides pounding at her cervix; he brought her climax fast and hard. With a strong pressure, he could feel the squirting of her cum against the tip of his dick, then a warm rush of her juices coated his shaft. "Oh, FUCK, you cunt!" he yelled and pushed her legs higher and slammed his entire length as deep as it would go. Hard and deep, he drove time and time again. Rebecca screamed a couple more times announcing her orgasm then fell limp below him. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked at the slut he was fucking. Rolling Rebecca over onto her hands and knees, Jake flipped her black dress up over her ass, aiming his dick at her pussy. Not wasting any time Jake drove his dick back into her used gash. Rebecca grunted as Jake began to fuck her again, this time doggy style. Pulling her hips up in the air, he forced his dick deep; at this angle, he could feel the head of his dick pound at her cervix. Rebecca grunted and pushed back meeting his thrusts. There was a squishing sound coming from her cunt as Jake's big heavy balls slapped her clit and Rebecca moaned out loud. Forcing her shoulders to the floor, Jake began to give Rebecca his all. Feeling his orgasm approaching, her sloppy cunt felt good, Rebecca screamed, "I'm cumming! Fuck, yeah. Oh, MY FUCKING GOD! I'm cumming." Her pussy tightened and so did his balls, with a deep thrust, Jake buried his dick deep against her cervix and he began to fill Rebecca with sperm. Squirt after squirt shot deep inside her pussy; her ass rocked against him, her fingers between her legs rubbing her clit, Rebecca rode her orgasm out. Exhausted, Jake collapsed, rolling off to one side. His dick slowly shriveled back to normal size and Rebecca lay stretched out flat on her stomach, passed out. Regaining his composure, Jake pulled up his pants and grabbed his wrench. Looking down at Rebecca, Jake smiled, her naked ass pointing up at him, his cum seeping from her twice-used cunt, her passed out on her bedroom floor. Seeing a tube of lipstick on her vanity, Jake opened it up, writing: Jake 555-1212 he left out the front door for home and his own chores. As he climbed into his truck, Jake saw it was not even ten and he muttered, "This might be one hell of a weekend yet." Saturday Morning Benefits It was 8 am on a Saturday morning in late July. Yet another Saturday morning spent working at my desk. I was the only one in the office, until... "Whoa Greg! I didn't expect to see you here before me." Christy said, as she rounded the wall to her cubicle. Her flip flops made that recognizable slapping noise as she walked. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and a well-worn pair of grey sweat shorts that looked like they were once a pair of sweat pants. The shorts were ripped/cut-off a little bit above mid-thigh. Standard Saturday morning attire in our office. "Good morning. Yea, I just wanted to get an early start today." I replied. I took a few quick glances at Christy as she turned on her computer and got set up to work. I found myself trying to sneak a look at her more and more during the past month. I had such a crush on her, but because I am married I had to keep it to myself. For about an hour, the only noises were the sounds of our radios and the tapping of the keys on our computer. Every few minutes I would glance over at Christy, enjoying the sight of her bare legs. "Christy, can I bug you to take a look at this?" I actually needed her to look at a problem I had. She got up and stood behind me, looking at the information on my computer screen. "How do you think I should handle this?" I asked. "Here, let me check a few things." She said as she leaned over me to type on my keyboard. I could feel her body against my back as she bent down to assist me. As she worked, I looked up and admired her pretty face and her long neck. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her neck. She had a clean, soapy smell. No scent of perfume, like she just took a shower and came into work. My mind had drifted from my work to Christy, and I was starting to get turned on. "I'll take care of this for you. Put it aside and I'll look at it again on Monday." She said as she smiled and turned back to her cubicle. I watched her as she walked to her seat and sat down. She glanced over at me as she sat down and smiled again. Did she realize I watched her the whole time she walked back and sat down? I tried to work, but I couldn't stop fantasizing about her. Thankfully, I was sitting down at my desk and able to hide my erection. I glanced over at her occasionally while pretending to work, fantasizing about my sexy co-worker. "Greg, can you come here and look at this?" she said, breaking me out of my daydream. "Uh, sure." I nervously stammered. How was I going to be able to walk over to her? There was no way I could hide the bulge in my shorts. I hesitantly stood up, the front of my shorts pushed forward from my stiff penis. I hoped that she didn't notice, but I could see tried to hide a look of surprise as I got up from my chair to walk to her desk. My crotch was at her shoulder as I looked at the information displayed on her monitor. I felt nervous and embarrassed, knowing she must have seen the bulge of my erection under my shorts. "The letter says he can't provide the requested documentation at this time, but will mail it to us as soon as he can. The client knows we need it, and that we can't do anything for him at the moment. I wouldn't send him another letter right now. Monitor the account for a few weeks to see if he does send it. If not, we'll send him a reminder after about a month." I said as I turned to sit down at my desk. As I sat down, I could see Christy had turned her chair to face me. She was grinning from ear to ear. "So, what was that all about?" She asked. "What?" I replied. "I think you know what I mean." "Well, I'd just monitor the....." "I'm not talking about the letter. I'm talking about you." She interrupted. "Are you happy to see me, or are you carrying a roll of quarters?" she joked. I could feel my face turning beet red. I was mortified, "I... I..." was all I could manage to stammer out. "It's cool. I catch you looking over from time to time. I can tell you have an interest in me, since you've asked me to go to lunch a few times. I'm flattered, but I didn't realize how interested you were until that moment." She said as she reclined in her office chair. As she stretched back, her shirt rode up a little, giving me a view of her flat belly. My face felt hot from blushing. "I'm really sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Can we keep this between ourselves?" "It's cute and I kind of enjoy it. It's flattering to know that someone finds me attractive." "Thanks, I really didn't mean to offend you." I said nervously. "Greg, it's ok. You know, you are nice guy and good looking. If you weren't married, I'd definitely date you." She paused a bit and said, "But tell me, what do you fantasize about with me?" "I think you know the answer to that." I replied. "Honestly, tell me what you think about." Feeling a bit more comfortable I told her, "Well, I know you live alone. I imagine you going home from work, and taking a shower. I think about you lying on your bed, pleasuring yourself." "You wonder what I do when I'm home alone?" "Yes." I said, wondering if I went too far with this conversation. She smiled seductively at me and crossed her bare legs. "I've done that from time to time. As I'm sure you have. You look like you might need to do that now." "You'd like that." I said half joking. "I'd like to see that. I don't think it would be considered cheating, do you?" "Are you serious?" I said. "Do you want me to be?" "Right here?" I asked. "We're both alone and no one is coming in at this time on a Saturday. Unless you feel guilty? I mean, what's the difference in masturbating in front of me, since you obviously have been thinking about me when you do it." "I really want to." I nervously replied. "Why not? No one else is coming in today. Plus, Security has made their last pass through for the day. We're all alone." Christy teased. "OK, but it has to stay at just masturbation. I can't cheat." "I promise." She said. We both slipped out of our clothes, piling them on our desks. She pulled off her t-shirt and sports bra, placing them on her desk. I watched Christy stand up and slide her worn shorts down her thighs to reveal a pair of white cotton panties. She sat back down as she slipped off her panties. Down her long, tone legs and placed them on her desk with the rest of her clothing. We were both naked, facing each other as we sat in our office chairs. It felt strange and exciting to be totally nude in the office. "Nice." Christy said as she smiled at me. She leaned back in her chair, spreading her thighs apart to show me her pussy. Her pubic patch was well-trimmed into a short almost diamond shape. I could see her pink lips as she reclined back. "You are gorgeous!" I gasped. My cock was pointing straight up as I sat in my chair. I could not believe this was happening. "Now, let me see what you do with that." Christy cooed. I gently squeezed my hard shaft. The pressure of my grasp felt so good. A tiny droplet of precum formed at the tip from the pressure of my touch. "Oh yes, that is so hot!" Christy half whispered as she saw the clear droplet appear. "Stroke it for me." I licked my palm and slowly rubbed up and down as Christy began running her middle finger over her clit. We watched each other as we pleasured our selves. "I like watching you stroke your hard cock. I bet you've imagined me sucking it for you while you do that by yourself." "Yes." I gasped as I watched Christy's fingers slide over her pink opening. Her fingers began to glisten from her wet pussy. "Come a little closer. Pull your chair a little closer." Christy said in a breathy voice. I rolled my office chair so we were right in front of each other. Our knees were almost touching. Christy began to run her painted toes up and down my leg. Just feeling her touch my leg while I continued to stroke was incredible. Christy pulled her feet up so they were resting on the seat of her chair. She spread her thighs apart as she slid her finger into her slick pussy. Slowly she fucked herself. "Mmmmm, I'm imagining you fucking me with that stiff dick you're rubbing." She gasped. "I love watching you." Up and down I worked my hard cock with a twisting motion. I'd gently squeeze my hard shaft to make more precum drip from my little slit. Clear liquid was flowing from me, completely covering my mushroom head, making it slick to rub. Christy was sliding two fingers in and out of her wet slit. Her fingers were wet with her juices. With her free hand, she was teasing one of her hard nipples. Gently pinching and rolling it between her thumb and index finger. All the while watching me pleasure myself. Watching each other as we masturbated was just incredible. I could feel my balls and cock tingle as my orgasm built. "I'm gonna cum soon." I gasped "Stand up. I want you to cum on my pussy." I was shocked but completely turned on. We both stood up, Christy's pussy and pubic hair were soaked with her juices. My cock was almost touching her wet mound as I stood in front of her and stroked. "Fuck yes Greg, give it to me." She blurted out as stream after stream of cum exploded from my hard cock, coating her already wet pussy. It was the most I had cum in a long time. My white juices covered her fuzzy patch and dripped down onto her clit and lips. My knees went weak and I sat back down on my desk chair. Christy sat back down and spread her legs wide, frantically working her wet, messy clit with glistening fingers. Her hips were pushing back and forth as she wildly fingered herself. She gasped as her orgasm shook her body and slumped back in her chair as it subsided. Her pretty face was flushed as she looked up and smiled at me. "Christy, that was the wildest thing I have ever done. I have to admit, I've thought about you but never expected anything to really happen." I said. "I promise not to tell. I know it would end your marriage if this got out. But, it will make future Saturdays here very interesting." She said as she got up and put her clothes back on. She kissed me on my cheek as I just sat in my chair, basking in the glow of what just happened. Saturday Morning Cartoons (This story includes several sections in italics. The are references to old cartoons that most of my generation will remember.) "Ho! Ha-ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!...Wham!" As Daffy's bill got bent I laughed. Reaching over to the table, I picked up my cup of coffee and took a cautious sip, still was just a bit too hot, then I go back to the bowl of Cheerios. "Thought I heard someone down here," I heard whispered. Looking over the back of the couch, I saw my younger sister, Gwen. She smiled seeing me. She looked to the TV and shook her head. "Are you ever going to grow up. Two years at college and you're still up watching Saturday morning cartoons and stuffing your face with cereal." "So ask-uth the eighteen year old girl in the Hello Kitty pajamas." I gave the far-too-small top and bottoms a look. "You got those when you were what, Thirteen?" "Hey...I like my pajamas. They're comfortable to sleep in." She walked around and grabbed up my coffee cup. I was about to protest till I saw her just breathing in the smell of it. "Oh god, you made coffee. You have no idea how much I've missed this smell." She breathed in deep the steam. "Would you and the coffee like a room?" I asked sarcastically hearing her moan. She sat it down with reluctance. "Don't tempt me. You have no idea how much I've missed it these last two weeks." I looked at Gwen with an eyebrow lifted. "I'm grounded,"she explained. I blinked at her for a second. "From coffee?" I asked, not sure I'm hearing her right. "Yep." "Why...?" I kind of gestured with my spoon for her to explain. "I lied to mom about where I was going. I told her I was going to Starbucks with Jennifer and then Jennifer came by after I left." Gwen shrugged. "Busted." "So where were you?" I asked, suddenly curious. "I was down at the lake with Jeremy." "Why didn't you tell her that?" I asked, not understanding. "Yoik's and away!...BAM!" I chuckled as Daffy smacked the tree. "She caught me skinny dipping with Jeremy at the lake a month back. I'm forbidden to see him any more." She was eying my coffee with a near lust. "Or go to the lake." "Gwendolyn Victoria Robert's you naught girl!" I said, trying to pitch my voice like our mother's. "Yoik's... and away!...BAM!" She chuckled and shrugged. Her eyes went back to the coffee, her hand was starting to shake like a drug junky needing her fix. "Oh, for goodness sakes. Here!" I handed her the cup, and even though it was still nearly scalding, she tossed it back in one long sip. "Now go get me some more. I left better than half-a-pot in the kitchen." Her eyes went the size of saucers, and she hurried off. "Sweet and white!" I called after her. "Yoik's....... and.... away!...BAM!" Chasing the last of the little 'O' around the milk at bottom of my bowl I cleaned the spoon in my mouth and set it and the bowl aside. After a moment I looked to the kitchen. I could almost picture her filling and emptying my cup, over and over. "Any day now," I called that way. "Keep your voice down!" she said to me in a loud whisper. She handed me the cup and plopped down on the couch next to me. "Mom and dad are asleep." "No, they're not. They went to the lake to go fishing early this morning. With Helen and Tom and their three hellions." I took a sip of my coffee. She had it nearly the way that I liked it. "They asked if I wanted to go but the flight still has me lagged. I asked about you, but Mom said you wouldn't want to go. I see why now. You and lake water causes your clothes to melt away." "Funny ha, ha... Wait. They're not here?" she asked suddenly. "That's what I said. Dad told me to keep an eye out on you that you've been getting...buck wild...was, I think the phrase he used." "Could you take me over to Jeremy's house?" she asked in a quick near-panicked voice. I just stared at her for a moment then shook my head. "Not taking you to see any guy that gets you swimming naked at the lake." I took a second slow sip of my coffee. "Why, what's the rush? He have a home espresso machine?" She blushed to her Hello Kitty top. The sudden color was enough to even distract me from the beginning of the Two Mouseketeers. My eyebrows climbed towards my bangs. "Okay, what brought that on?" I asked turning in the seat to look at her fully. "En garde, me sir pussy cat!" Grabbing the remote, I muted the cartoon. The blush wasn't fading. "Sis?" "Not really your business," she said, a bit tartly, looking away from me. Her eyes came to focus almost unblinking on the little, now silent Mouse d'Artagnan. I looked her over for several seconds then a grin started to appear on my lips. I chuckled...then I laughed. I was soon clutching my sides they hurt so much. She looked back at me clearly getting pissed. "What?" she finally shouted. "I cannot believe you had the nerve to ask me to take you to your boyfriends so you can have sex with him!" "I didn't say that!" she blushed even more deeply. "Sis, you might as well have screamed it." I hid my laughter behind my hand a bit. "I'm taking drama remember. I'm learning how to read faces, expressions. You might just as well yelled it from the roof tops." She looked away for a moment, then went to get up. "Hey don't leave," I said my voice suddenly serious. She looked at me for a half-second then started to walk off again. "Gwen...Gwen I'm sorry...that I laughed. Okay, I get it. To you it's something serious." I held out my hands palms up "Sorry." She nodded and slowly moved to sit back down. "So you'll take me?" she asked after a few seconds. "Ah... Not no, but oh hell no!" Chuckling softly, I watched her get up, storm out the room and up the hall to her bedroom.. She slams the door to her room hard enough to rattle the good china in the dining room hutch. I looked back at the screen just in time to see Jerry Mouse look at the camera and shrug. I snorted at the perfect timing of that and nodded to him. "Yea, I agree. Fucked if I know." I got up, went to the kitchen and poured out the last of the coffee. Carrying it with me, I went to her door and knocked. "Go fuck off!" "Peace offering." I said through to door. My finger tips lightly scratch the door. After a moment she opened the door, and I waved the cup in front of her face, while blowing the scent towards her. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing, and an ecstatic expression crossed her face. "You really are an ass." I shrugged. "Well, you are what you eat," I said, then slowly grinned at the look on her face that appeared. "Now... you drink, we talk. Agreed?" She eyed the coffee then slowly nodded. "Agreed." The door opened and I walked into her room. The boy band posters had changed, but other than a few more unicorns, the room looked about the same as it did when I left for college. I moved a purple horny horse out the way and sat on the corner of her bed. "So how long?" I asked, after she took her first sip. Looking over her shoulder, I saw she was updating her Facebook page. "How long what?" she asked. "How long, has my little baby sister, been having sex?" I said it as plainly as I could. "Not really your business," she said, giving me a look. "I'm eighteen. I'm old enough to be having one, so stay out of my sex life." "Does he treat you right?" I asked, looking her in the eye. "Does he respect you afterwards... or to him are you just there for sex? Does he ever call and ask if you want to just go see a movie, or is it always let's go here and fuck, or there and fuck?" I watched her mouth twitch for a half-second, and then she turned away, fiddling with her Facebook page again. "You might as well answer me. I can read your face like a book now," I told her softly. "I wish you wouldn't do that. Sex is supposed to be private. Just him and me. I shouldn't even be talking with you about this," she said not looking at me. "Why not? Because he said so, or because you're a bit ashamed of what you're doing?" She looked over at me quickly, then looked away just as quick. "Ah... so it's both." "Would you stop that!" she screamed at me. I shrugged. "It's not like I control it anymore. It's almost a reflex. Never mind it... Look, Gwen... I'll be as open and as honest with you as I can. You can ask me anything, and I'll give you a true answer. Yeah, sex is private. Yeah, it's your body, and I have no right to know what you're doing with it, but I'm still your older brother. I worry about you. It's kind of part of my job description. I don't like the idea of you with someone that's just using you." "He loves me!" she said fiercely. "Really? I've been back home since yesterday. I haven't seen him. The one time I was in love it was like we were joined at the hip." I paused, then my lips quirked. "I guess in a way we were ...well, from time to time." Gwen was just looking at me. "When was this?" she asked with a bit of a tone. Almost... jealous? "Right after I left for college. I met her in line, on the first day. We were both getting signed up for drama." I shrugged. "Why haven't I heard anything about her?" Gwen all but demanded. My face, if less schooled, would have been showing a whole lot of things right then. "Because we broke up." "I thought you were in love?" she asked sarcastically. "I was...she wasn't." Gwen sat silently for a second, and then I saw her face shift. "I'm sorry." I shrugged. "It's okay. I got over it. It hurt...still does some days, but that's what this little game is about. Now back to your hopping into bed with Jeremy. How long?" She took a slow, deep breath. "About six months." "So I turn my back for one second, and this is what happens?" I asked, jokingly. She made a face, I could see the demand to get out her room forming. "My little sister becomes a woman," I said softly. "Wonder what else I'm missed around here. Look...I'll be honest with you like I said. Any questions? Mary wasn't my first. I had a few other girls before her. I can kind of give some good advice... I guess. If nothing else on what you need to look for in a guy that's just out for pus...sex." She laughed. "Can't even say 'pussy' in front of me? Lot of help you're going to be." She gave her head a shake. "Pussy." She looked up. "Out for pussy." I took a breath, as I suddenly realized just how hard this little talk may become "Now... I can't help when I don't know, so fill me in. What's going on?" She shrugged and took a sip of the coffee to hide her nerves. Caffeine for nerves. Good idea. "He and I started to date right after you left. It was just movies and burger dates at first then some kissing. Then one night we stopped by his house to get a jacket he had left and needed to take to his friend's house. He invited me in, and then we got to talking." "His parents weren't there...and he showed you his etchings?" I shook my head. "What?" I chuckled. I couldn't help it. "It's an old trick. You get the girl to come back to your place, and then you work your way around to the 'have your ever done it before' question. Right?" She nodded. "So...wham, bam, thank you Gwen, and you're left wondering was that it?" At her nod, I smiled "Then he invites you back over one afternoon, again no parents...plenty of time to play. Explore. Show you the ropes, teach you a few things he likes. Yeah?" She nodded, then looked away. "I've been played haven't I?" she asked then. I suddenly felt like shit. "Look, I can't say for full certain...I've never even met the guy. He may really be in love with you." "He's in love with fucking me," she said then went very quiet. Her hand became a tight fist by her mouth. I saw rage tears building at her eyes. She smacked the top of her desk hard enough to make the coffee slosh out of the cup. "God damn him." "Oh fuck," I said softly as she started to cry. Sliding off the bed, I reached over to the arm of her chair, and pulled it to me, the little casters squeaking. She came to me with no resistance. I wrapped her in my arms. "It will be okay. I know it hurts," I whispered next to her head. "That sack of shit," she said, through her tears, into my chest. "Shuu." I held her head to me as she cried. Her fist would occasionally give my chest a little pop that I ignored. "It's going to be okay." I held her to me and just let her cry for a few moments while I tried to order just how I want to say this. "Gwen?" "What?" she asked with a sniffle. "I want you to listen to me now okay?" She looked up. I brushed her tears away with my thumbs. She sniffled, and I reached over and pulled her out a few tissues from the box next to her computer. "Yeah, he lied to you. He did. I want to you to remember what this feels like. Think you can do that?" I nodded with her. " I want you to remember it because every guy you meet, till you meet one that truly falls in love with you, is going to tell you that same lie." Her face took on an unbelieving look. I nodded at the truth of what I had said.. "It's true. You will not meet a guy in this world that's first thought on seeing you will not be 'I'd like to fuck the shit out of her.' I absolutely promise you that. Every guy. We will all take one look at you, with this sexy body you've got, and go 'Damn, I want to tap that.' Now..." I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. "What you have to do is look at all these guys that want to do that as either something to play with... or not. We...men... must become your play toys. Don't let us play with you on our terms. It's your body we're after...play it by your rules." She had her head tilted just looking at me. "If you see a guy and think he's cute... sure why not? Take him to bed. Get as much pleasure out of it as you can. When he calls back wanting more... tell him no." I smiled at her. "Or yes if you're horny. Just do it on your terms." "Every guy?" I chuckled. "Sis, I honestly can't look at a woman and not have that thought go through my head. I look at her face, then her breasts as she walks towards me, then her ass as she walks past." I shrugged and smiled. "Honestly...when a woman walks past me the first thought that comes to mind is about how much I would like to fuck the hell out of her ass." "So, you're saying every guy will look at me like I'm a piece of meat?" "Nope. Like you're a sex toy." I paused, and my lips quirked. "Although, I suppose that for a few of us, the piece of meat thing is maybe closer because we would like to eat you. At least first, then I guess it would be a matter of playing with our food." She blushed beautiful at that. After a moment I saw her ire started to build again. "So guys will look at me like I'm a toy...and your saying I should look at them the same way? So I need to think like a guy?" "Sun Tzu the Art of War. Know thy enemy as you know yourself." Smiling, I shrugged. "All is fair in love and war." "I don't know that I want to think like that," she said, looking away from me. "Well, that's up to you, but Gwen you're about to head off to college. Trust me when I say that the guys there very much do think that way. To most of them it's a game they play, with very little care for what your heart endures. They will tell you a head full of lies that will make Jeremy look like he's in kindergarten compared to them. They will fuck you then break your heart just to see the expression on your face." "How do you know this?" she asked me suddenly. I paused and took a deep breath. "Because not only guys play this game at college." She looked at me for a second, and then her mouth dropped open. Suddenly, I had my sister in my arms hugging me. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry she did that to you." Chuckling, I held Gwen to me. Just how warm and soft she was, I found disturbing. "It's okay. I got over it. Learned from my mistake and moved on." I gave a half-shrug at the look on her face. "Hey, the more of life you live, the better actor you can be after all. How could I play a guy with a broken heart if I never had mine broken?" She sat looking at me for a few seconds then moved back into her seat. I watched the gears at work behind her eyes processing what I had told her. "So, from now on, I get to go through life knowing that every guy I meet wants just to use me. That sucks big brother." My hands express what can you do about it. After a moment of silence, I smiled. "Given how desperately you were wanting to go over there I take it you like sex?" I said more than asked. She looked up quickly, then blushed. "I'll take that as a yes. Well...that's a good thing. Sex is one of the few things on this planet that's fun to do and free. It's also good for you. Hell, that's almost unheard of. If it weren't for the prudes we would probably have Sexersize clubs all over the country. Hell, I would sign up for that in seconds. Get laid and tone up at the same time." She giggled. "It would sure put Weight Watchers out of business," she said smiling. "True but then...thinking about it...Richard Simmon's Sweating to the Oldies would have been too horrible to even think about it." I grinned, then chuckled at the sudden disgusted look on her face. She started to laugh, and I joined her. After a moment when the laughter died down I looked up to find her looking at my face. "What?" "You said we...and us...when you were talking about guys looking at me and wanting to have sex with me. Did you mean to say it that way?" I looked at her and smiled. "I said I would be honest so...yea. If you weren't my sister, I would be doing everything in my power right now to talk you out of those pajamas." I smiled. "You've grown into quite a sexy woman Sis. I won't lie and say otherwise." She blushed but looked flattered. Then I saw a strange look cross behind her eyes. Like some inner decision being made. "How would you do that?" she asked, giving me a look. "Talk me out of my pajamas?" My lips quirked. "I don't know...maybe start with a compliment about your eyes." She snickered. "That's kind of lame." With sudden intensity my eyes went to her face. After a second, seeing the startled expression surface, I tilted my head a bit and slowly let my eyes take in her whole face. I let my eyes briefly drop then go quickly back to her face. "You have the most beautiful eyes." My hand lifted to her face, the back of my fingers brushed her cheek. I followed the line of her jaw to her chin and lifted her profile into the light. Her hair fell back out the way. "But I guess that's appropriate. They match your face." I let my hand lift her chin a bit more as I moved forwards a step. Gwen's lips were aligned with mine. I needed only lean in to kiss her. As she noticed this, her lips parted a bit and her breath quickens. Her face flushed, but not with blush. Her tongue slipped out to quickly wet her lips. "When a man compliments you, he can't lie. A woman would hear the lie for what it is. You... would... know. If I told you even a simple compliment, one without really meaning it you would be able to tell." "So...you mean it? I have beautiful eyes?" she asked softly. I smiled at my sister's vanity. "Yes...you have very beautiful eyes." She again licked her lips, making them shine. "What should I do? When a guy gives me that type of compliment?" she asked, her eyes not leaving mine. "Well, you have to decide. Not whether to believe what he's said. Like I said it has to be the truth." I tilted my head a bit. "YOU have to decide if you like the way he looks enough to maybe want to have sex with him." Saturday Morning Cartoons "And when I decide that?" she asked quickly. "Thank him for the compliment." She looked down for a second then back up at my face. She slowly smiled. "Thank you." She looked at me for a second then bit her bottom lip, her teeth pulling one side of it between them till it slipped free. "Then what?" "Well, he's already touched you..." I shrugged then glanced to my chest. She didn't read the hint though. "Where?" Smiling, I brushed her face again. "Again, that depends on what you want. If you're still figuring out if you want him, then maybe on his chest." I took her hand and guided it to rest on my chest. "Can you feel my heart beat?" I asked after a moment. She swallowed and nodded. "This is always a good sign if the guy is interested. That he has a heartbeat means he is." She lifted her hand away and popped my chest lightly. "Ass!"she called me, sticking her tongue out at me. "Oh, yes. He will be interested in that." I caught her hand and made it hold tight to my chest over my heart. "You will met very few guys that won't be interested in your ass, in fact." "What is it with guys and that? Jeremy has already asked me to let him try doing it back there." Fighting down a surge of anger, I shrugged. I didn't let it show on my face, but thoughts of going to beat the crap out of this guy began to form. "To a guy it feels incredible. It's hot...there is also a bit of power play going on. I mean it gives a hell of a rush to a guy when we have a woman under us moaning and begging and well, when... you're in her ass your pretty well sure ...she's not faking it." I smiled at the look on her face. "Plus for some it's a personal kink. Those get started young in life and you're not really in charge of them. You're attracted to something just...because you are." She looked down for a second then nodded. "Okay, I can understand that. Does it feel good? For the girl I mean." I just looked at her. I knew she was still feeling my pulse beat under her fingers. I wonder if she had noticed it getting faster. This little chat had me more than a bit turned on. I was starting to notice things. Like the fact she didn't have a bra on under that clingy top. That her nipples were causing those darker points in the fabric. I quickly looked back to her face lest she caught me looking. I figured if she noticed, that I would suffer death by fuzzy unicorn stoning. I took a deep breath and decided how to answer her question. "No." I smiled at her startled expression. "Not the first time. Probably not the second. Maybe a little by the third time. Get the trend? It's kind of like drinking beer or smoking. The first time you try it you're wondering how anyone could want to do this. Then you try it again, and it's not quite so bad. Before you know it you're a six pack a night and two pack a day chain smoker. It's the same with...anal sex." "For the girl?" "Oh, yeah. For the guy it feels awesome the first time and never gets worse. Hell, our biggest problem with it is that girls don't want to do it more often." I grinned, then my eyebrows kind of shrugged. "Trust me, you will be begged to do it." "So you've done it? Anal?" She looked at me with a slow sly grin. I smiled and nodded. "You are what you eat?" she asked with a grin. That I blushed a bit was a surprise to me. I kind of shrugged and grinned. She started to chuckle. I noticed then that she was trying to move her hand under mine. I took mine away and her fingers started to roam my chest. Exploring the muscles that the days pumping iron in the weight room had started to give me. "You've done that? Licked a girl...back there?" her expression was a mixture of curiosity, excitement and a little disgust. "But that has to be nasty." "Most of the times I've done it...she was right out the shower. But even without that it's not...at all that bad. I mean I..." I started to say how much I loved to sixty-nine with a girl and how my nose is right there when I do that, but that I was talking to Gwen came back to me just all of a sudden. Also that she was caressing my chest in a way that felt wonderful. "You mean what?" she asked. I noticed then that her breath was coming faster. I caught and held her hand. Her fingers curled a little, and I felt her nails bite into my skin lightly. "Any other things you want to know?" I asked, suddenly a bit disquieted. Hell... no I was turned on as all get out. "Yea.... Um.... oral." I chuckled "What about it naughty girl?" I asked, smiling. "I...I want to be good at it." She blushed. "You enjoy doing that?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat. "Well...yea, I guess...kinda. Jeremy said I was terrible at it.... so I was just thinking, if I got good at it...it would be kind of a way of getting back at him. Sort of, he never knew what he missed out on, kind of thing." She shrugged then blushed scarlet as I started to laugh. "Well, as my Drama teacher says, the road to perfection was laid with years of practice. Keep doing it till you have guys screaming. Practice, practice, practice." Lucky fucking pricks, rolled the thought through my head. "How about the flip side of that coin though?" "What?" "Guys going down on you." I explained. She looked away, shaking her head. "What?" Damn, I wished I could be writing this down. I would get a good solid grade next semester. "Come on what is it? Don't you like it? Or does he not do it?" "He tried it once. He said, I tasted horrible." She suddenly looked embarrassed and sad. "It felt okay till he stopped. I was clean!" "I'm sure you were," I said softly. I took a slow deep breath. "Okay...from what I'm hearing, you have managed to land yourself a true prick as a boyfriend, who has no fucking clue and is, if anything, going out of his way to turn you off sex. Look...a woman tastes like a woman. Okay, it's not honey or apples or sweet cake...It's simply what she tastes like. Plus, every woman is a little different. A guy either loves it or hates it. You need to find the ones that love to do it. That will simply devour you till you're ripping the headboard apart, trying to get away from his mouth and hoping at the same time you don't. He needs to be loving every second that he's doing it and then beg for more." "How do you find that type of guy?" "Ask. You can be coy about it...or not. I would rather have a straight up questing. Do I like to do it or don't I?" I looked her in the eyes and smiled. "I mean, after all, you're shopping for a toy here. You wouldn't want to get one that you don't like.' She blushed and then, after a moment, she chuckled. "Do you ask? If a girl likes to go down on a guy?" I started to laugh so hard, I had to wipe a tear out the corner of my eye. "What?" she asked with a strange smile. "First semester drama we were told to go walking up to people and just ask the most off-the-wall question to them. Total strangers. We were supposed to watch for their reactions. Trying to learn how people react to being questioned. How they react to certain types of questions. That was a fun afternoon." I chuckled. "Led to at least one fun night for that matter." "Oh, really?" I smiled and nodded. "So, you just walked up to a strange woman and asked if she liked to give blowjobs?" "Not quite that crudely, but for the most part, yes. It wasn't just that... I asked all kinds of questions that day. I asked a cab driver what he would charge to drive me to LA. I asked the manager at a Mickey D's if he could fry me up a tofu burger. I mean hell, I even asked a nun what she wore under her habit. All kinds of shit." "What did she say? The nun." Gwen demanded with a grin. I chuckled. "That only her... husband... had a right to know that. She lifter her eyes to the heavens, touched her cross and then she winked at me. She made a sign blessing me then walked off laughing. Like I said. It was a fun day." "And it got you laid." "Yes it did. Totally wasn't expecting that reaction, but what the hell?" I said. "Who was she?" I smiled. "Older lady...say about Mom's age. I asked her if she would mind answering a few questions...if she had the time. She shrugged and said she didn't have a lot of time for a survey. I told her that I wasn't doing a survey, that I was just asking strangers off-the-wall questions." I grinned, remembering her reaction. "I asked her a few things. What her favorite meal was. If she liked to dress sexy under her clothes. She was in a business pants suit. Executive-type, looking lady. That one made her grin." Gwen smiled. "Then what?" "Well, I asked a few more silly things, and then I asked where the strangest place she had ever had sex was. She looked at me then blushed and said the back of a cab, crossing midtown, in broad daylight. With the cabby about to wreck trying to watch." "Holy shit!" "Yeah, that was about my reaction too." I shrugged, my mouth a quirk at the memory. "Anyway I thanked her and started to walk away, but she stopped me. She said she had one for me." I chuckled. "She asked me if I had ever had sex in a hot tub. When I said no, she asked if I would like to try. With her. She took out a business card, and wrote her home number on the back of it. That was one hell of a night. I think I still have water in my ear." I mimed shaking my head while I tapped the side of my head. Gwen laughed till I thought she might pee herself. When I sat further back on her bed, she moved to sit next to me. Our legs were touching. I couldn't feel her bare skin through my sweat pants, but I wished I could. I gave that reaction a few thoughts then moved on. "So, what are you going to do about Jeremy?" I asked. I reached over, took her thumb, and started to absently play, first with it, then with the rest of her hand. "I'm going to dump his sorry ass." I nodded. "Okay, good start. Not that he will care. There are probably more than a few other girls in the school that he can go to. So when that's done, what are you going to do about your needs?" I picked up a stuffed unicorn with a plastic horn that was far-too-phallic looking. "Horny horses?" The deep scarlet she turned tells me she has either done it or thought about doing it at least once. Chuckling, I put down her toy, maybe lover. "Look...trust me when I say this. For a girl to find a guy willing to be just there for sex, it's not the hardest thing to find. If you're going to go looking for love...well...leave the sex till later. Don't just jump right into bed." I brushed a finger through the fine hairs by her wrists. "If nothing else make him work for it. And ask him questions! Make sure he's what you're looking for in bed before you let him in your heart." "That's rather profound," she said, watching my fingers on her arm. "Actually, it's rather cynical, but then I've been that way since Mary decided to go buck dancing on my heart. I should have known better, I guess." "How can you know better?" I looked up to find Gwen looking at me. "How can you know that she's as in love with you as you are with her? I mean, if she can fake an orgasm, love shouldn't be that hard." I smiled and shook my head. "Faking an orgasm is easy. All you have to do is look like you're enjoying it. When a guy is hard, he's got low blood flow to his brain in the first place. Noticing things like that's not on the top of his list at that time. But faking love...for a long time..." I gave my head a shake. "...That's hard to do." "Why?" "Well, over time you will start to notice little things. My first clue to what she really felt came when I would ask her questions she wasn't expecting. She would get this, how dare you ask that, kind of look to her eyes." I looked over at Gwen and shrugged. "She hated my friends, despised the music I listen to. Always wanted to go see her movie, not mine. Was always busy when I called to ask her out, but wanted me to drop everything when she called." "She sounds like a cunt." Gwen's tone was heated. "Well...by the time she called me and said that we were through, I had kind of figured it out on my own. It still hurt...but yeah." I scratched behind my ear. "Yeah, being used isn't fun. Remember that part as well. Don't you...go leading someone on." She pulled back from my pointed finger. "You have the power to rip someone's heart out far more than a guy does." "How so?" Gwen asked, leaning back into me when my hand lowered. "Guys don't keep their hearts on their sleeves. A girl can fall for someone, then be pissed at him the next day, then want to be friends, and then be back in his arms all in a week. Most guys don't do that. When we do hand our hearts out... well, it's given with a lot of trust. When that trust is betrayed, we fall completely apart." "Did you?" "Yeah...for a little bit. Like I said, I got over it." I shrugged. "How? I mean I know now that I've been used, but I still...it still hurts to break up. How do you get over it?" "Well, with me, I did forty laps around a hot tub." I slowly grinned at the look that came to her face "So, the best way to get over a relationship is to get right back into another one?" "I didn't get into a relationship. I got into a hot tub...then a bed. Your heart will often follow where your body leads. When your heart's hurting, let your body lead you to something fun." Being driven backwards into a pile of unicorns was not at all the reaction I had been expecting just then. My sister's lips attacking mine also hadn't been on that list, despite the mild flirting. Eighteen-year-old girl in almost nothing, kissing you...and she's your sister. Go with it or don't? "Ah...sis?" Handful of tit. "Ah Sis?' Handful of ass. "Ah, SIS!" Oh, fuck. She's got a hold of my cock! I rolled her over onto her back and turned her loose as quickly as I could, stepping back from the bed. I nearly tripped over her office chair. Gwen was lying with her little top pushed up, one breast bare... "OH my god look at that puffy pink nipple!"...upon a pile of stuffed toys. She looked at me, panting. Her hand drifted down and tugged the bottoms of her pajamas down in the front to show me she is shaved bare. "So...what's going through your head?" she asked as her hand slipped under the elastic and she caressed herself "Chase something fun right? Do I look like fun?" "Yes.... but I got to go!" I all but sprinted back to the TV in the living room. As I hopped the seat and came crashing down I hit the remote, killing the mute. ".... I'm just a Bill, sitting here on Capital hill." My hands shaking, I brought them to my mouth and covered my mouth and nose. I tried to slow my breathing. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." The "Bill" was a law before my heart stopped pounding. When Gwen's arms wrapped around the back of my neck, I startled. I hadn't heard her walk up behind me. "Sorry. I kind of got carried away," she said softly next to my ear. With a sigh I brought my hand to rest on my sister's hands just under my chin. I knew she could feel how hard my heart was still beating. Her fingers moved, and she walked around the side of the couch. My jaw dropped as I saw that she has left her pajamas back in her room. Naked and blushing, Gwen knelt down in front of me. My breath a pant, I looked down into her eyes and tried to keep my eyes there. It was very hard not to let them wander. "....I'm going to blow it up. It's obstructing my view of Venus." "Remember what you said about fetishes? How they come to you when you're young and you don't have a lot of say in them?" Swallowing, I jerked my eyes back from her nipples. She smiled, seeing where I was looking. "I have three fetishes." Her hands came to rest on my thighs. "I like older men." Her hands moved ever so slowly towards my crotch. "I like to be naked." She smiled at me. "And having someone watching me when I'm naked." Her fingers moved on top of my cock. She grinned, finding me hard. "...someone has stolen my space modulator! Oh delays, delays..." "And the third one?" I asked when she seemed to get distracted caressing my cock through my pants. Gwen looked up and licked her lips. "I'm hopelessly in lust with my brother." She bit her bottom lip. "I always have been. You've been my fantasy lover since the first time I ever played with myself." Okay... "Look Gwen...I." "Don't you think I'm beautiful?" She suddenly stood up. I found myself head-level with her bellybutton. My eyes went automatically to the shaved bare "V" I could just make out the tops of her lips. The little valley where her clit lived, hidden under it's hood. I felt then that almost over powering desire to lean in and kiss that spot till she screamed. It's a feeling I got whenever I saw a woman naked in front of me. I looked up Gwen's body to her eyes. "Well? Am I beautiful?" "You are the most sexy, beautiful woman I have ever seen," I said softly. She slowly smiled. "You're right. I would have been able to tell if that had been a lie." Gwen moved her hand up her body and gave her nipple a tweak. The puffy cones rose to harder points. "Do you like seeing me naked?" I noticed that she is nearly panting. My eyes moved across her without any control by me. "Oh, hell yeah..." I said, more moan than words. She was grinning at me when I looked back up. "I can read your face now. You're wanting to kiss me. Down there. On my... pussy." Her hand came to my head, and I felt her fingers in my hair. "I would like that. I would like to know what it feels like when a man really enjoys doing it." I swallowed. The desire was so strong in me, I could almost not stop myself from doing it. "Gwen..?" "Head for the hills folks or you'll be up to your arm pits in Martians!" "Please? Don't make me have to find another guy like Jeremy to try and do what I want you to be doing." I closed my eyes. I took a long deep breath. "Gwen.."My voice was husky. "If you're just teasing me I'm going to spank your ass all the way back to unicorn village." She chuckled. I felt her move, and then incredibly soft skin, with just the begins of bristle coming back in, was brushing my nose. "Does that feel like I'm teasing, big brother. Please. I want to know..." she begged softly. My next breath carried in with it the scent of her. I was lost at the first whiff. Turning my head I placed a kiss on the outer lips. Her legs opened just a bit as I started to rain kiss after kiss upon them. Then I grabbed her under one thigh and lifted her leg till she was fully open and her foot was nearly on my shoulder. Her hands came to rest on my head, catching her balance. "Oh my God!" she moaned as I drove my tongue up into her. The silky feel of the skin inside her was a wonderful caress to the side of my tongue as I tried to gather in more of the taste of her...of Gwen. Of my sister. Oh my fucking god, what was I doing? "Please...Oh please don't ever stop doing that." Guilt suddenly gone, I smiled as she moaned. Guilt could never stand up to that sound. "I keep my feather's number for just such emergency.." More and more I licked her. Listening with growing pleasure to the moans as they became louder. Her nails dug into my scalp. "Oh, oh...oh!" Then I gave her clit a quick lashing. "Oh my god, yes! Oh fucking hell, yes." Suddenly my tongue and face were being ground against. I loved it when I heard her words turn into mindless babbling sounds. That my little sister could be such a passion-driven woman, when licked, would have never occurred to me. Wetter and wetter she became till I was soon licking through thicker juices, sucking them from her lips. I pushed her up off me. Saturday Morning Cartoons "No!" she screamed. "Don't stop!" Laughing, I caught her arm, and as I stood up, I set her down onto her knees, on the couch. Sliding around behind her I pushed her forward onto the cushions, and then I buried my tongue into her now so very-open sex. "Oh my fucking god!" Driving into her, truly fucking her with my tongue, I savored the taste of her and devoured everything from clit to lips, pulling and sucking for more. Then I sprung the surprise. My tongue went up between her ass cheeks, and I gave the little rosebud a hard lick. "Oh, oh, oh fuck. You're... oh fuck!" Back down, then back to the swirl, back and forth now licking every bit of her. Smothered in her soft ass cheeks, I felt my nose bury itself into her ass as I drove my tongue back into her. "Oh. Yes. Oh. Yes. Oh, yes! Oh. YES!" Gwen threw back her head and screamed out as I suddenly moved down and sucked her delicate inner lips into my mouth. I held hard to her hips as I felt my little sister cumming again. I held still and let her savor the orgasm for a few seconds. Then, when I felt the shivers of that one starting to pass, I went back into that sweet valley of heaven. Into her as deep as I could push my tongue, I lick, finding now a deeper taste. That passion filled moisture that a woman driven to the point of oblivion will start to give. I dig my tongue into her, trying to pull it all to my mouth. Soon her begging to never stop became pleas to please stop. I ignore them like I have the other and drive her to orgasm again, then again. Over and over I feel my sister's body clamp down on my tongue. Whether it's in her pussy or the hot, tight rose above, her body is thrashing under my mouth. Finally, I feel her all but passed out onto the back of the couch. Clutching its over stuffed pillowed cushions like a drowning person would clutch a life preserver. "Please...oh please." Sitting back, I placed soft kiss after soft kiss on the cheeks of her ass. My hands gently caressed the sides of her thighs. She made a sound that was half purr then moaned "No, please no," as I placed a slow lick along her inner thigh. "...but Yogi what about the ranger?" Hearing a car door then a second one slam outside, I jumped to my feet and grabbed up my sister. Carrying her in my arms, I ran up the hallway to her bedroom. I sprinted through the open doorway and set her on her feet. She was very wobble-legged. "Dress!" "What...what?" "Mom and dad are back!" I said when I heard the front door opening. "Oh shit!" she said suddenly, scrambling for her clothes. I ran out the door and across the hall into the bathroom, just in time. "Gwen?" "Yeah, Mom?" "Where's your brother?" I heard Mom asking as she walked down the hall. Opening the door of the bathroom, I stuck my head out with my face covered in shaving cream. "Yeah, Mom?" "Oh, there you are. Your dad want you to go out to the garage and help him with the fish," she said. "Sure...just let me get finished shaving." She nodded. As I stepped back into the bathroom, I heard her explode. "Gwendolyn Victoria Roberts, what is that coffee cup doing in here?" I leaned back out. "Mom. It's mine. I left it in there... Gwen and I were talking." "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry Gwen." Mom looked to me standing there with foam dripping off my face. "Anyway, finish what you were doing. Your dad needs your help." "Sure." As mom walked off towards her bedroom, I left the bathroom door open and decided that, since I was already lathered, I might as well shave. I looked over to find Gwen staring at me. "Sis." "Yes?" "Your shirt's on backwards." She looks down the hall then with a grin slowly striped it off and turned it around. My eyes were glued on her breasts as they reappeared. Seeing this, she grinned, and then her tongue ran across her front teeth. Her eyes on me, she cupped her bare breast and gave the nipple a squeeze. "Later," she mouthed, hearing mom returning. She quickly pulled the shirt over her head. "Why is the TV on so loud?" asked mom, stopping by the doorway. "... th, th, the, the,... that's all folks..." ( I would like to thank patientlee for her time editing this story. Any mistakes you see are still all mine. )