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Springtime

By: bunny bondage



A cool spring breeze gently lifted the curls from my brow as I walked from my car to my front door. It had been a tiring day at work, and I was especially exhausted because of the high-endurance partying I had done the night before. I unlocked the door and tossed my keys on the couch. My purse and shoes were shaken off and discarded lazily on the floor. As I walked to the study to quickly check my e-mail before a shower, I stripped off my shirt and flung it in the bedroom towards the general direction of the hamper. Wriggling my skirt down to my ankles, I bent over at my desk and started up my computer.

As I straightened, my back struck something warm and unyielding. Before I could register my situation, a man's arms slid over my body, one across my shoulders, pressing lightly upwards into my neck, the other snaking around my stomach and pinning my arms to my sides. He began to nuzzle the side of my neck and tug on the hoops adorning my ear with his teeth in a way I have come to find familiarly exciting over the past few months. I knew immediately that it was no stranger who held me captive. My recognition, however, did little to assuage my panic.

"Hello, Sara," he said darkly in my ear, his voice rough with restrained anger and lust.

"Hello, Sir," I answered meekly.

"You behaved very badly last night at the party," he growled, his arms gripping me harder. 

"I-I'm sorry, Sir," I said in a small voice. I knew the apology wouldn't do any good, but I also knew it had to be made. 

"You disappeared for over and hour," he said sternly.

"I told you!" I protested, my voice rising in defense, "I snuck off with Brittany to have girl talk! She's having troub- "

His forearm pressed into my throat as he growled wordlessly in my ear, and my plea was cut off abruptly. 

"You didn't tell me until AFTER you came back. I was worried sick about you the entire time you were gone."

"I'm sorry, Sir," I repeated hopelessly. 

He sighed disappointedly and released his clutch on me, leaving only his hand on the back of my neck. His fingertips pressed into the vein on the side of my throat as he tightened his grip and pushed me through the house and into the kitchen. His backpack was sitting in the far corner and a chair stood a lone vigil in the middle of the floor. He bade me to walk forward until my shins were against the seat of the chair. 

"Get up on your knees," he said calmly.

Complying, I knelt on the seat, my chest and stomach pressing into the back of the chair. 

"Stay put," was all he said. I gripped the top of the backrest for balance and settled into the position. He walked off without meeting my pleading gaze and he hunkered down to rummage through his bag. I sighed and let my head drop. He returned to stand beside me, ran his fingers roughly through my hair, then tied a thin black cloth over my eyes. I winced as a few strands of my curls were caught in the knot and pulled. 

"You know better," he lectured, "than to wander off without telling me where you're going. I try to protect you, and I expect you to make my job easy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I whimpered.

"Now Sara," he continued, winding a soft cord around my body as he spoke, "I have to find a way to make sure you remember how important your safety is to me." He continued to bind me until my body was secured to the backrest and my calves were tied to the seat. My hands were fastened behind my back and my ankles were tied together. 

The cramping in my shoulders began almost immediately. I thought fondly of how he would rub them later, kissing me lovingly, but never apologizing. His hand dug into the top of my shoulder, one of his fingertips straying close enough to my neck to put just a little pressure on my throat. Once he had me steadied, the spanking began.

He usually starts off slowly, barely hitting me, giving me time to work into the rhythm, but not tonight. The first crack of his hand on my bottom made me shriek and I was glad to have his hand bracing me. Several blows landed quickly thereafter, and the soft slapping sound of his hand against my panties was easily muted by my startled cries. I writhed in the ropes which held me fast, but though the chair squeaked in protest, I managed no actual movement. 

I gasped in short whimpering breaths when he finally stopped, the pain in my joints suddenly flaring up as I released muscles I didn't even know I had tensed. 

"You need to shut the hell up..." he muttered as he stomped away. A moment later, his fingers were roughly pinching the back of my jaw, forcing my mouth open. I felt a wad of rough dry cloth against my tongue and lips, and heard the cloth rubbing against itself as he tied it tightly around the back of my neck. Gagged, bound, and blind, I started to loose the familiar sense of comfort and excitement. Fear filled my heart and I had to fight back true panic.

"I think you don't appreciate the danger you are always in because you don't understand it," he said firmly. "I don't think you know how weak you are, Sara."

With these ominous words he slid my underwear down my thighs. Loud cracking smacks echoed around the kitchen as he spanked me. I could tell he had let go of his restraint, he was angry enough to be unafraid of hurting me. My throat soon became dry and raw as I screamed into my gag. I pulled away from his steadying hand on my shoulder, throwing all my weight against his strength and against the ropes holding me to the chair, but I couldn't do anything to get away. 

He continued to spank me until the skin had gone numb and the rhythm of the slaps had become hypnotic. I stopped struggling and slumped quietly against the backrest, each blow of his hand plunging me deeper into my meditative state, only gasping with relief when the punishment finally ended. He began speaking to me, but I couldn't pay attention to what he said. He noticed this, and a quick slap to my cheek immediately grabbed my focus. 

"I said, do you want to stand up?" he repeated. I nodded dumbly and murmured through the gag. He slid off the blindfold, ripping out the hair that had been caught in the knot. He then untied the gag and as I began trying to moisten my lips, I tasted the slight tang of blood. I could feel the release of each knot as I came free from the chair. Finally, all that remained bound were my hands. He pulled up my panties carefully, taking pains to adjust them just right. He then stood me up and attached a cold metal chain around my waist, securing it in place with a small keyed lock in the shape of a heart. It rode delicately on my hips and chilled the skin there. 

Attaching a leash to the chain, he gave two sharp tugs and I started moving forward. He walked in front of me, leading me back to the bedroom. As we passed the full-length mirror on the wall, I caught a glance of my disheveled reflection. My black panties accented the red hand-shaped welts on my ass perfectly. He detached the leash and let it fall to the floor, then, turning to face me, drew out his knife. My eyes went to the blade that I knew was sharpened to a ridiculous edge. 

Softly, he said "You know what to say if you get too scared, right baby?"

I nodded and softly replied, "Yes, Sir," without shifting my gaze from the knife. Suddenly, he was advancing on me. I backed up quickly, groping behind me with my bound hands. He was quickly upon me, pulling me towards the bed. My balance, already precarious, was taken away as he threw me onto the mattress face-first. He followed me onto the bed and caught me mid-wriggle as I tried to get away. When he had secured his arm around my waist, he let out a frustrated "Stay PUT." I could hear the sound of rope being cut, and I stayed perfectly still as my hands were freed. Gratefully, I let my aching arms fall to my sides. With a hand on my hip he rolled me onto my back and straddled my stomach.

Knife still in his clutch, he leaned forward and rested both of his forearms on either side of my head. He kissed me deeply, his teeth occasionally pressing into the soft skin around my mouth making me reflexively cringe despite my enjoyment of his kiss. As he withdrew and sat up he again held the knife where I could see. Smiling, he folded it up and put it on the nightstand with murmured promises to never hurt me, never hurt his precious girl.

"And you are precious to me..." he said, stroking my cheek which was still bore his bright pink fingerprints. I knew he was only lulling me into defenselessness, but I still relaxed under his tender administrations. Reaching a hand around my back, he unsnapped my bra and slid it off my arms. Lost with pleasure, I closed my eyes as his warm hands cupped my breasts and his teeth left tiny red marks on my chest. Gently, he lifted my wrists over my head and pressed them into the pillow in a gesture more symbolic than forceful. I sighed into his kisses and actually started think he had been overwhelmed with kindness for me.

With no forewarning of intent, his grip tightened and his fingers sank into my wrists while his teeth began pressing relentlessly into my lips. I gave a pleading moan and tried to slide my hips out from under his weight. He allowed me to struggle for a moment before using my own efforts to flip me onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, he lifted up my butt and pulled down my underwear. He spanked me a few times, quickly and sharply, before pressing his hardened cock against my upturned slit and rubbing it there tauntingly. Every motion I made was met with a disapproving slap on my ass or thigh, and I finally just lay there, tense and pleading. 

When, at last, he slid into me, my tears started anew with gratitude. I steadied myself and met his raw rhythmic thrusts. His hands clawed at my hips and back or wound into my hair as he took me. Pushing down on my back or grabbing my arms, he adjusted my body to suit him. I shifted and complied and behaved very well until he found the perfect angle to stab into me painfully with each thrust. I started to scream and tried to readjust myself, but I had little success. 

As I continued squirming and begging, I could feel his orgasm working to a climax. Muttering quickly that he promised to be tidy, that I shouldn't worry, he pulled out and his cum exploded onto the curves of my ass. He was soon wiping me clean with a nearby t-shirt, even though I never mind his cum on my skin. When he was satisfied that he had removed the smears of his pleasure, he gently pushed me down onto the mattress and laid down beside me, wrapping his arms and even a leg around my body. The grip he held on me didn't loosen as he drifted off to sleep. I eventually slept too, feeling perfectly safe.

Springtime, Appletinis & Nicole



Margaret and I met at a bar a while back as you might recall. A lot of stuff has happened since then, but I gotta tell this particular story now. It's too good. I had moved into the sorority house. Yeah, what can I say; other than I guess fucking the Pres' boyfriend didn't hurt my chances. Anyway, the house was deserted on a Saturday in late spring. Most of the girls went to the beach for the weekend. I had worked on the day in question, but was off until Tuesday. Margaret was letting me share her room until a single opened up. I was hoping somebody would get pregnant or flunk out. There were a couple of candidates I was rooting for. 

I was on the little third floor balcony outside our room sipping an apple martini. You can only imagine how mellow I was feeling. I was wearing a large, cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of my favorite old, baggy, cotton khaki shorts. I would have preferred being naked, but I didn't want to attract the campus cops. Up the street a guy was mowing a lawn. The faint aroma of newly mown grass and internal combustion fumes were in the air. I love that smell; it reminds me that it's the best time of year.

I forget what I had on the stereo, probably something mellow. 

Anyway I was thinking about what a dream it was living in the house. A lot of guys I have known would probably give 10 years off their life to be in my position. I'm not as obsessed with girls as are men. But when a girl strolls down the hall with her kimono loosely tied or wearing her camisole and bikini bottoms, I sometimes have to retire to my room and give my clit some loving attention. Trust me guys, and girls for that matter, it's as good as you imagine. Sorry, getting a little away from the point of the story.

My reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. I thought, oh fuck. It was locked. Another knock. "Hey Meg it's me", I recognized Margaret's mother's voice; she apparently didn't know Margaret was at the beach. I opened the door, said hi and invited her in. Her name is Nicole, I told her of Margaret's whereabouts. 

She accepted my offer of a martini. Her face was slightly red and she was sweating; she must have been jogging or playing tennis- or fucking I suppose. She wore tight jogging shorts a tank top, and a bra. She is probably early 40's and big like Margaret. 

"This is a wonderful drink, but to really make my afternoon complete I need a shower."

"I should be able to help, we've got the bathroom we share with our suitemates, but everybody's out of town so go on in and shower." She drained her glass, and handed it to me. "Another?" she nodded. "There're clean towels in there." I had to make a new batch of martinis, so while I was working on that she went in the bathroom and closed the door. I poured myself one...ahhhh. I decided to see if she wanted her drink now or wanted to wait. I asked through the door. 

"Bring it on in" I was a little startled when I opened the door, she had the shower curtain open and stood with her right foot on the tub edge shaving her thigh...up real high on her thigh. She looked at me and smiled, "put it there on the sink." I followed instructions then left, and closed the door. 

I was back out on the balcony when she came out of the bathroom. She poured another drink. She was wearing a short, silk robe, nothing on underneath and not fastened in front. At the time it was not clear whether she didn't know I was watching or didn't care. I took a sip now and then as I enjoyed observing her. 

I find watching someone when they don't know you are doing it, exciting. Even if they are only pretending not to know you are watching. Nicole was good at this little game. She had a lot of the exhibitionist in her. She didn't acknowledge me and that's what made the episode so erotic for me.

As I said she is a big woman in an attractive way; not fat, sort of muscular and athletic, nice tan, no tan lines. Hmm interesting. Light brown wavy hair, shoulder-length, apparently her natural color based on her pubic variety. Her hair was still wet, so she retrieved a hairdryer from her bag and stood in front of the dresser mirror combing and blowing her hair. She was facing away from me, but it was certainly possible she could see me in the mirror. I could see her face and breasts in the reflection. I guessed 36B, or so, large medium brown nipples, nice shape, not sagging yet. Her ass is still tight...nice shapely legs...I'd like to see her in heels. Finished drying her hair, she put the dryer back in her bag. I was thinking how much fun I was having, and so was my pussy.

Still standing in the middle of the room she placed a call on her cell phone. "Yan? Yeah hi, come on over, ok." I wondered what the fuck was going on. She put her phone back in the bag. She walked to the door onto the balcony and said, "This person is coming over and we're going to play, if you would like to watch that would really turn me on."

"Sounds like fun."

"Only one condition, they can't know you're watching, so you need to stay out of site." 

"Ok?" I nodded my head and smiled. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek, looked in my eyes then moved closer and brushed my lips with a gentle but hot kiss, then slipped her tongue in my mouth. 

"Mmmm, thanks you're sweet, enjoy."

In about 5 minutes there was a knock at the door. Yan was a young asian woman, maybe 25, cute, long black hair. She wore a white t-shirt and cut-off jeans, and carried an Adidas bag. 

Nicole gave her a kiss. Then she spread a large towel on the bed, dropped her robe, and lay on her back. Yan searched through her bag and removed a bottle of massage oil. Although only the screen was closed I couldn't hear what was being said, only muffled voices. Nicole spoke, and the woman unzipped her pants, let them drop to the floor and kicked them out of the way, she pulled the t-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, white bikini underwear. She had surprisingly large breasts for someone so thin. Like her hair her nipples were dark, her pubies were visible around the panties and were thick and dark. 

To avoid detection I was peeking around the corner of the door jam. Since I was on the balcony, I had to keep my clothing on and not do any obvious stroking of my person. The urge to do so was compelling, however. 

I took another sip of martini hoping to ease my tension. I read an article that claimed that alcohol increased testosterone levels in women, and that was why we were more likely to fuck when drunk. No mention of inhibitions. I have my doubts. Off the subject again excuse me, but I like to educate my audience as well as entertain :-D. 

Yan began by pouring oil on her hands. Standing at the foot of the bed she applied the oil liberally to Nicole's calves, ankles and feet. Using alternatively her fingers and palms, she massaged the muscles of Nicole's calves and the soles of her feet. Yan had a sweet little ass. When she bent to work I had a great view; her breasts swung forward, her butt tensed, and her panties rode up to show more of her smooth little cheeks. She poured more oil onto her palms, and moved to the side now working on Nicole's thighs. Nicole spread her legs so the woman had free access to her. I admired Nicole's pussy. Her hips started to respond to the woman's touch. She wanted Yan to massage her pussy, but she did not touch Nicole there yet. Teasing her a bit I think. 

Next she poured oil directly on Nicole's breasts, letting it flow over her shoulders, chest and tummy. She smoothed the oil over this area, saving the nipples for last. Yan first kneaded her shoulders and arms; working on them as she had the legs. When she had finished this, she massaged and tantalized Nicole's breasts and nipples. Nicole was moving under her touch. Her lips parted, making some sweet little sounds I could barely hear.

Nicole rolled onto her stomach.

Yan oiled the backs of Nicole's calves and thighs. Massaging them kneading the muscles to loosen and relax them. She did the same to her back and shoulders. Then she lightly brushed all of Nicole with her fingers. I would be a fucking puddle if it had been me. As it was I got incredibly horny. 

Nicole turned onto her back, lying with her legs spread wide. I could hear her now. "Come on honey I need you." Yan leaned to kiss her. A deep open mouth kiss. Wet and hot. Her hands were between Nicole's thighs. She separated her labia, carefully attending to each lip, massaged each one gently between her thumb and forefinger, and then slid her fingers slightly inside Nicole. Nicole's ass tightened and rose to Yan's touch. She couldn't lay still. 

"There sweetie is that where you want it? Ummm I thought so, oooh, you're all wet I better clean up some of that juice with my tongue hadn't I?" She helped Nicole sit up on the edge of the bed, and knelt between her legs. Nicole grabbed the woman's head and pushed it close to her pussy. She ran her fingers through her hair, rolled her own head back. Yan was kissing, sucking, and licking Nicole's pussy, then started massaging her clit with her tongue. Nicole now with her hands on her knees was grinding her hips as if fucking Yan's mouth. 

"Oh shit, oh fuck baby, please please, put your fingers inside me."

"No I've got something better dear." She rose, went to her bag and got a smooth cylindrical strap-on dildo. She showed it to Nicole who rolled back on the bed waiting for the plastic monster to slide into her cunt. First, Yan removed her panties and fastened the harness around her waist and between her legs. She found a bottle of lubricant in her bag, and while standing over Nicole smiling down at her, applied the liquid to the cock as if she were masturbating. Yan set the lubricant aside, climbed onto the bed between Nicole's legs and pushed the monster unhurriedly inside her. Now gliding slowly in and out, she lowered her lips to Nicole's left breast and circled the nipple with her tongue. Nicole's hips rose and fell to meet Yan's thrusts. She reached between her thighs to massage her clit. I could see the dildo between Yan's legs. It was shiny with Nicole's juices in the late afternoon sunlight. Yan's ass and lips were wet too, presumably one due to excitement and the other due to sweat. 

"I want to help you cum, I want it so intense...unbearable for you." "Oh shit, oh baby do it...ahhhh oh god yes." Nicole uttered a series of unintelligible moaning sounds and now screamed for mercy. "Ahhhhghhh goddamn bitch fuck me, fuck me...shiiiiiiiiiiiiit." Yan was quiet, but the tension in her muscles and face betrayed the intensity of her own arousal. Her movements no longer graceful; desperate, the veins on her forehead stood out like she might explode. "Oh oh oh....." Nicole was coming, her whole body taut not making a sound, but a silent scream. Yan embraced her roughly as they rocked, hugged, kissed frantically. At last she rolled off Nicole. She tore off the strap on and attacked her own pussy, and desperately stroked her clit. Nicole rolled toward her and fondled her nipples looking at Yan's face to watch her reaction. Shortly Yan came in a more restrained, but nonetheless, intense display of passion. 

The two women lying still, continued to embrace, side by side, sweat glistening on both their bodies. I could still hear the guy mowing the lawn, a dog barked; life goes on the world oblivious. I sat back on my chair out of sight, unzipped my shorts and examined my pussy for signs of arousal. Yep, uhuh, oooo my. Stay tuned.



Springtime for Silkeon



A Silky Fantasy Adventure

Wisps of fog drifted between the trees of our Mountain. With the different hues of light from all three moons, it looked as though pieces of rainbows had been torn and hung like Spanish moss in the forest. Rainbows with colors all the way from deep infrared to far ultraviolet of course since those are the colors my predator eyes can see. I am a Silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I paused at the icy waters of a mountain spring and licked delicately until my thirst was slaked.

Ka-boing-boing

I held my snout high and snuffled the air, searching for the scent of Poon Tang. This was my mission: to take seed from an Egroeg, mix it with my enzymes, and force the resulting snowball into the anterior pouch of a Poon Tang, to propagate dungees. The spring flowers brightened up the forest; flutter birds tweaked and whistled up in the trees. It was breeding season. One thing concerned me. I continued to feel small tremors in the ground. Were we going to have another spring time mudslide? The distant sounds seemed like rhythmic drumbeats, perhaps a waterfall.

Ka-boing-boing

I am famous among other Silkeons for my ability to take huge loads of seed from Egroegs, even gigantic ones with really big swollen horns covered with pulsing veins and capped with purple mushroom heads. My luck has not been so good on this hunt, for although the scent of Poon Tang seems to hang everywhere, a miasma twin of the fog, I have not been able to locate any Egroegs worth my efforts.

Ka-boing-boing

For the last 24 cycles of the menstrual moon, I have been selectively implanting a silver haired Poon Tang that lives on our Mountain. I'm not sure why I have selected her as she is not the best specimen. Not that any tangs are worth much; this one has small feeding mounds, freakishly long hind legs, and has lost most of the hair around her lower pouches. The hair has perhaps been worn away by Egroeg horns as when she is not sleeping she seems to always be clasped onto a rigid bone in one orifice or another.

Ka-boing-boing

I paced the perimeter of the mountain but found no prey. I climbed the bumpy inclines to the very peak of the mountain, but searched in vain. I started towards mallspace but as I went away from the mountain the scent weakened so I returned. I had also fallen into the habit of using the same Egroeg for seeds. A very healthy specimen, his very long and very thick horn gleamed with the sticky fluids that oozed from its tip. 

Ka-boing-boing

I decided to carefully and systematically search every cave on the mountain. If we were having mudslides I could be trapped but my sacred duty demands that I to suck seeds and make snowballs. The first dozen caves showed no signs of recent life; only scattered bits of fur and tree limbs and paw covers and stinky panties made me sure the Poon Tang had been there but her scent was not fresh in any room.

Ka-boing-boing

Finally I entered a chamber that had been vacant for years. In it I found both the Poon Tang and the Egroeg. He had his large abergine diaphysis forced completely into her excretion chute! Now the horns of a seed maker are vascular and swell with blood when he is concupiscent. Wrapping something tightly around the base of the ossein can make it stay swollen and hard; as in this situation where the Poon Tang's excretion chute was so tight around his seed spike that they were 'locked' together. In their frantic movements to get free he had been smashing her head repeatedly against a small springy hedge making a vibration that sounded like bed-springs, Ka-boing-boing.

Not a drama queen, still I knew this was an urgent problem. Not only did the pain make them both half crazed, but his large rack would soon cause permanent damage to her channel. Also his horn might not recover from being held so tightly. I could lose both of my favorite partners at one time!

As quickly as I could spring on the wildly gyrating pair I did, and ran my paw down to the base of his knob. I then took one of my claws and forced it into her excretion chute beside his shaft. 

"Sil ky, goaw ay!" She screamed in pain! 

I knew however, that this was the only way to save them unless I could somehow carry them both to the brook and spray them with cold water. I didn't see how that could happen.

Of course the Poon Tang resisted and my fingers squirted back out. Again I clawed into her tissue and forced my fingers hair by hair into her chute. When I could get past the tight ring of muscle I pulled as hard as only a silkeon can pull and stretched her ring a snail's width. This eased the pressure on the Egroeg's spike and let enough blood flow out that it deflated a tiny amount. Although the Tang was still in great pain her muscle could start to relax and his tube could get even softer.

With a great 'plop' sound he slid out of her chute and they were separated. Both remained in agony. I quickly triaged the situation and decided on the needed action. Egroeg had been so stimulated that his seed sacks were bigger than magnolia blossoms in the spring. I quickly grasped his horn and licked it to calm the inflammation. I took the large mushroom head and put it completely in my upper pouch and licked my tongue all around and up and down the head. I used my lips to smooth its flesh.

I could see the great veins pulsing along its length and I watched his seed sacks bounce as if on springs. I moved my entire head up and down over the tip of his breeder and he snorted great animal sounds as he got relief. 

He roared, "Th atw asforJ ess'sa ss,no tabl owj ob!" 

Globule after globule of thick hot gelatinous seed spurted into my pouch. If I could only save it, it would be a record breaking snowball. But this was a crisis and so I sadly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his spunk.

Then I wheeled around and grabbed the delirious Poon Tang. I sprang onto her and shoved my face between her hind legs under her tail and began to gently lubricate her distorted and torn chute. 

At first she bellowed, "Gett heHe llaw ay fr ommebi tch!"

I ran my long tongue in and out slowly and worked saliva all around her reddened exit. She was so stretched that my tongue went an arm's length inside her, but as she relaxed and began to purr her muscles sprang back down on my tongue and as I licked around her swollen area she gave a great caterwauling scream and fainted away, spent and relaxed at last.

When I think of the cuteness of dungees, and what a litter of five or six would look like crawling around with their eyes closed pushing their little noses against their mother's feeding mounds looking for milk I am sad that I could not make better use of the snowball that I swallowed. And scratching behind their ears! So Sweet! However life does not always go as one could wish. At least this fierce Silkeon was able to save both her favorite Poon Tang and her Egroeg in this spring mating season.

Next time perhaps they will not be foolish enough to do this; however, Egroegs will put their horn in anything they can shove it in and Poon Tangs have been known spring on anything with a hard stick and put it anywhere in their bodies. 

We Silkeons have to remain vigilant. 



Springtime for Summers



This is the fifth and final episode of the "Dressed for Disaster" saga about a man who escapes from the World Trade Center, fakes his death, and falls into the hands of a mad scientist, who transforms him into a woman.

Anne Summers had always thought that Christmas would be the worst time.

The death of her husband Patrick the preceding September had been such a devastating shock, she had barely gone through the motions that first December, in an effort to create a semblance of joy for her three year old daughter Lindy. In her fragile state, she had succumbed to the smooth advances of her investment advisor, Andrew Nash, a few weeks before Christmas, and for a time she even thought she might be falling in love again.

Too soon, of course, and as it turned out, with the wrong person. After the sensational murder of Nash by another woman in his apartment, her grief had quickly turned to rage, and she doubted if she would ever be able to love a man again.

Now, two days before the anniversary of her marriage to Patrick, she had plunged into the depths of depression, as if the arrival of spring had never come. If it weren't for Lindy, she might even have taken her own life, had she been able to find the courage to do so. After seeing her daughter off to school that morning, she sat listlessly in her robe and slippers, oblivious to the warm sunlight streaming through the high windows in her study. 

Patrick had provided well for them, the insurance money enabling Anne to pay cash for a small but smart townhouse on Chicago's Gold Coast. The murder of Arnold Nash had been fortuitous, as he was about to invest Patrick's entire estate in highly speculative tech stocks. As Anne logged onto her computer that morning, a quick scan of her portfolio confirmed that she and Lindy were comfortably secure.

Her screen chirped at her. "You have an instant message from patricksummers. Would you like to accept?"

Anne's heart jumped to her throat. That was her husband's old address. What kind of a cruel prank was this?

Warily, she typed, "Who is this?"

"Do you believe in the migration of souls?"

Anne felt paralyzed, wanting to believe it could be him, knowing that it must be a hoax. She was about to log off when her computer chirped again. "Don't go, Anne. Let me prove who I am."

Still she sat glued to her screen, unable to lift her fingers to terminate this insane conversation. Then another message flashed across her screen. "Do you remember what you told me the night before I married you?"

Oh God, who was this? There was nobody on earth who knew that. Another message: "You told me something about yourself, Anne, which required such courage. You thought you had to tell me, and that it might turn me away, but it just made me love you more."

She felt tears began to stream down her cheeks as she lifted her hands, hesitated for a moment, and then typed, "Patrick."

"Not any more, Anne."

"Who are you?"

"I have to meet you to explain." 

*****

Patricia Summers got up from her computer and gathered her purse and shoulder bag. It was a beautiful spring day, and she decided against carrying a raincoat. She was not due at work for another forty-five minutes, and if she kept up a steady pace, she would be able to walk the distance without difficulty.

She had a spring in her step as she turned onto Michigan Avenue and headed south, past the magnificent storefronts and the planters of bright spring flowers. She was wearing a blue cotton shirtdress which flowed around her calves, and white sox and sneakers over her pale hose. The uniform of the working Chicago woman.

Pat needed the walk to think about her next move. For three months following the murder of Arnold Nash, she had kept a low profile, concentrating on mastering her new job as a sales associate in the men's department at Marshall Fields flagship downtown store. With one promotion already under her belt, she had saved up enough money to lease a Honda Civic, although she had not yet signed the papers. 

She knew somehow that she was at a crossroads. She could continue to make a little life for herself, secure in her loneliness, or she could risk it all and try to reclaim what was rightfully hers. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she really had no choice.

* * *

Anne paced around her townhouse, walking upstairs to her bedroom, where she picked up a photo album from her newlywed days, and then back downstairs to her study. As she turned the pages of the album, she tried to tell herself that it was impossible. And yet, as she looked at Pat’s smiling face in picture after picture, she felt sure somehow that he was alive, and that she had connected with him a few moments ago.

She closed the album and put it down on her desk. Tucked into the corner of her blotter was a scrap of paper with the name and phone number of Detective Frank Sturgess of the New York Police Department. She hesitated, and then picked it up and studied it. Finally, she reached for the phone and dialed his number.

"Homicide, Sturgess."

"Detective Sturgess, this is Anne Summers. In Chicago."

"Mrs. Summers, how are you?"

"Fine. Do you remember talking to me a few months ago?"

"February it was, yes, I remember."

"You asked me to call you if anyone contacted me on behalf of my husband."

"That’s right. Have you been contacted?"

"Not exactly. Look, Detective, I need to ask you something. You told me that a man named Pat was abducted in New York last September. And that he might be using a different identity now."

"That’s right."

"Detective, tell me what happened."

"Pardon?"

"To the man. The man who was abducted. What happened to him?"

She heard a deep sigh. "Mrs. Summers, what I’m about to tell you is pretty rough. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Detective, I’ve been through a lot since September. I think I can take it. Tell me what you know."

* * *

Pat looked at her watch and quickened her stride. Lost in thought, she had missed a few lights, and she would have to step up the pace to make it to Marshall Fields on time.

She brushed past two good-looking men, crossed against a light, and ignored their catcalls as she left them behind. It was still hard for her to think of herself as attractive, although she could tell from the faces of the man she passed in the street, and encountered in the store, that she was.

Had she done the right thing, contacting Anne? Most assuredly not, but she couldn’t help herself. As their anniversary day approached, she found herself unable to take her mind off of Anne. Maybe it was simply spring fever, after a brutal Chicago winter, but her sap was on the rise, and after so many months of pain and isolation, she desperately needed human contact. With the one person who knew her best.

Had know her best, she corrected herself. When she was Patrick Summers, before the mad Dr. Vendetta Frankenwiener had forcibly transformed him into a woman. How could she even think about presenting herself to Anne now? For months, she had vowed to let Patrick die a hero’s death, and leave Anne and their daughter to their memories of him. Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone, and let them get on with their lives?

As her need to see them became stronger, she thought about transforming herself back into a man. She had even gone so far as to spirit men’s clothing away from Marshall Fields, and to try them on in her apartment. But it was hopeless. The surgery and hormones had done their work. Even dressed in men’s clothing, she was unmistakable female.

* * *

Sturgess chose his words carefully. "On September 11th, a man named Pat went to the Greenwich Village apartment of a Dr. Vendetta Frankenwiener, after responding to a personal advertisement which, we believe, involved some kind of role reversal study. Sometime that evening or the following morning, Dr. Frankenwiener drugged this man, and subjected him to medical experiments."

"What kind of experiments" Anne asked him.

"She castrated him, filled him full of female hormones, and performed what is called sex reassignment surgery. She also modified his face and his voice."

"Oh my God!"

That’s all we know until December, when she was found dead in her apartment, strangled by a nylon stocking. There was no trace of the abducted man, whom we suspect was her killer."

Anne sat in stunned silence. "Mrs. Summers?" he asked her at length.

"Yes."

"Have you heard from him, or her?"

"No."

"Anyone who claims to have seen, uh, her?"

"No."

A throwaway question: "Did you know a man named Arnold Nash?"

She gasped in surprise. "What does he have to do with this?"

"Did you know him?"

"He was my financial advisor."

A long pause. "Mrs. Summers, I’d like to come to Chicago to meet with you. Tomorrow."

* * *

Pat went to an Internet café during her lunch hour, and sent the following message to Anne: "Do you remember the place where we had our first date? Go there tonight at eight o’clock. Wait for a woman with a red umbrella, and do as she says. I love you. Pat."

The rest of the day was a blur, although sales records show that she had a brilliant afternoon. When her shift ended at six, she caught a taxi on State Street and was back in her apartment in twenty minutes. For almost an hour, she sifted through her closet, selecting and rejecting outfit after outfit. What dress did a girl wear to meet her ex-wife? 

Finally, she selected the black cocktail dress she had last worn the night she murdered Arnold Nash. A quick shower, and she was dressed and putting on her makeup. She thought about changing into something simpler, but it was nearly eight, and she didn’t dare be late. She almost forgot her red umbrella as she ran out of her apartment.

* * *

Her stomach churning, Anne sat alone at on outside table at an Italian restaurant on a quiet corner off Rush Street. She was shaking as she studied the passersby on the sidewalk, looking in both directions for the person she had married, and lost, and now might be coming back to her. What would he be like? It was too fantastic, to horrific, to imagine, and yet she found herself fascinated by the prospect. 

She missed Pat at first, and did a double-take when a beautiful woman in a black dress hesitantly approached her table. If it had not been for the rolled-up red umbrella in her hand, she would not have recognized her. Anne stared in astonishment as Pat pulled back the chair across the table from her, smoothed her skirt behind her, and sat down self-consciously.

They looked at each other in silence for some time, a sad expression on Pat’s face. Finally she spoke.

"You look wonderful, Anne."

"You look amazing."

"I thought you would be shocked to see me like this."

"I heard about what happened to you."

"You did? When?"

"This afternoon, from the New York Police Department."

Was this a trap? Pat looked around nervously.

"They’re coming to see me tomorrow."

"Shit."

"Pat, tell me what happened."

"It doesn’t matter now. I guess I should have known I couldn’t run forever. Oh Anne, I’m so sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"For letting this happen to me. For what it did to you and Lindy. How is she?"

"She misses her Daddy."

Pat felt a tear in her eye. "I should never have come back."

"Don’t say that."

"I should have let you think I was dead, let you remember me the way I was."

"But you couldn’t do that, could you?"

"No," Pat said with a sad smile, "I couldn’t do that. I love you too much."

"Oh, Pat, I’ve missed you every day and every night. You’re not going anywhere. Ever again. I’m taking you home with me. Right now."

Pat knew it was a mistake, but she was aching for Anne, and she knew they had very little time. "Aren’t you hungry?"

"I’ll fix us something. Come on, Pat, walk me home."

* * *

Lindy was asleep when they got to the townhouse, and Anne let Pat peek into her room and look at her for a minute. Then they quietly closed the door and went into the beautifully furnished living room.

"Nice place. I’ll have to fake my death more often," Pat said as Anne poured them each a glass of merlot. Anne sat down next to her on the sofa, and each sipped her wine for a few minutes before Anne spoke again.

"How do you like being a woman?"

"I hated it at first. Now, I’m kind of getting used to it."

"Do you miss being a man?"

"Sure I do. I miss the freedom. Most of all, I miss what I could do with you."

Anne moved closer to Pat, and put her hand on her knee. Put took it, and slid it up her thigh. The feeling of Anne’s delicate fingers on her silky leg was electrifying.

Anne put down her glass, and took Pat’s face in her hands. "I’m still your wife. Can you feel anything for me?"

Pat desperately wanted to. "I don’t know. I want to try, but I don’t know how."

"I’ll show you, silly."

* * *

Dressed in one of Anne's nightgowns, Pat lay in their old bed next to Anne, who was snuggled up against her the way she used to snuggle Patrick. The clock on the nightstand read four o'clock. In the dim light, Pat could make out the look of absolute contentment on Anne's beautiful face.

Pat closed her eyes and relished her memories. Anne had been so tender, so loving, as she explored Pat's new body with her soft fingers, kissing the new places in a knowing way. Pat thought she could actually feel her nerve endings spark as the long-dormant place between her legs came alive again. She had not reached orgasm, but she had gotten off the ground, and the thrill of bringing Anne to climax again and again was even more satisfying.

She felt Anne stirring beside her, and she heard the drawer on the nightstand slide open. Anne rolled over and rested her chin on Pat's chest. "Do you remember Mr. Magic?" she whispered. Her name for the vibrator which Pat had used to pleasure her after an occasional premature ejaculation. 

Anne switched it on, and lovingly began to play with Pat's breasts. It was incredibly arousing, and soon her nipples were hard with desire. Anne lingered there, and then moved Mr. Magic down towards Pat's bush. She twirled it around the stump where Pat's penis had been fashioned into a clitoris, and slowly began to insert the vibrator into Pat's vagina. The pleasure was so intense, Pat started to cry out. "Hush, you'll wake Lindy," Anne scolded her as Pat felt wave after wave of passion sweep over her. When she came, the spasms were so powerful, and lasted so long, that Pat cried out again, tears of joy streaming down her face.

* * *

Pat waited in the bedroom while Anne got Lindy dressed and saw her off to school. Then Anne returned to the bedroom with a tray filled with coffee, juice and croissants, and they both sat Injun-style on the bed in their nightgowns while they had their breakfast.

"What time is this detective getting here?" Pat asked at length.

"He said he'd be here around ten o'clock. Oh Pat, I'm so sorry I called him. What's going to happen to you?"

"Nothing, if we play this right. He's never seen you before, has he?"

"No. Why?"

"Because I am going to be you this morning. I can't ask you to lie for me, and I don't think you'd be very good at it anyway. I've got nothing to lose, so let's go for it."

"How can you be me?" Anne and Pat had similar coloring, and each had blue eyes, but the resemblance ended there.

"Look at me, Anne. We're the same dress size now, aren't we? I'll have to tie my hair back, and maybe I can borrow a pair of your reading glasses if they're not too strong. It's all a matter of attitude."

They showered together, shampooing each others' hair and shaving each others' legs, and Anne showed Pat a little trick with the hand-held shower which almost got her off again. Then Anne helped Pat tie her hair back with a scrunchie, and started handing her some lingerie. "What are you going to wear?"

Pat disappeared into Anne's walk in closet, and emerged with a navy blue dress that Patrick had always liked. As she sat on a tuffet and began pulling on her nylons, Anne said, "You look like you've been doing that all your life."

"I had to learn fast," Pat said lamely.

"Come on, Pat, did you really think I didn't know your little secret?"

Pat blushed furiously and started to stammer.

"Pat, I knew you tried on some of my clothes sometimes, and I even found your stash one day. And you really should have been more careful with your computer. Those cookies are like neon lights."

Pat hung her head. "And you still loved me?"

"I thought it was kind of cute, and figured that it was better than having you chasing other women."

"And how about now?"

"Look at you, sitting there in my slip and stockings, worried about whether I think you're a sissy! Oh Pat, I love you, maybe even more without that male ego."

* * *

Detective Sturgess rang the doorbell at precisely ten o'clock. He presented his identification to the woman who opened the door, and introduced the man standing next to him as Sergeant LaScala of the Chicago Police Department. 

"I'm Anne Summers," she said to them. "Please come in." She showed them into her living room and offered them coffee, which they declined. She left them briefly to pour herself a mug in the kitchen, then returned and sat down primly in an oversized club chair, her coffee perched on her knees. She took a sip, crossed her legs, and looked up at them expectantly.

"Mrs. Summers, thank you for seeing us. Sergeant LaScala is investigating the murder of Arnold Nash, but first I have a few questions about your husband."

She said nothing.

"Mrs. Summers, if I may ask, why did you call me yesterday?"

"I don't understand."

"I mean, what prompted you to call me, after so many months. Did anyone try to contact you on behalf of your husband?"

"No, as I told you yesterday. I don't know why I called you really, except that tomorrow would have been our wedding anniversary, and I suppose I was just reaching out for anyone who might have any information about him. I'm sorry if I troubled you."

"No trouble at all, Mrs. Summers," Sturgess responded gently, while LaScala stared at her with a stony face. He was fat, with a bad comb-over, and he looked decidedly unpleasant.

"How long did you know Arnold Nash," LaScala asked her.

"We met in September, shortly after my husband's death. He was recommended by one of my friends as someone who could help us handle Patrick's estate. Invest it, I mean."

"And did you see him socially?"

"Yes, he asked me out a few times, and I finally began seeing him in December."

"Did you become intimate?"

She shot him an angry glance, and then responded, "Yes, Sergeant, eventually we did."

"And were you seeing him at the time of his death?"

"Yes, I was. I was expecting him here for dinner that night. In fact, I called him that evening to ask where he was, and he told me something had come up, and he couldn't make it."

"Was that the last time you heard from him?"

"Yes, the next thing I knew was when his murder was reported on the morning news." A little tear showed in her eye. "I'm sorry, Sergeant, but it's been a very difficult year for me…"

LaScala was unmoved. "Have you ever met Patricia Exman?"

"The woman he was with? No, I had no idea he was even seeing her." She blinked back a tear and looked down into her coffee. "I had no idea he was seeing anybody else."

"Do you have any knowledge of her whereabouts today?"

She looked up, puzzled, and said, "No, Sergeant, I already told you. I've never even met the woman."

Sturgess broke in. "Mrs. Summers, let me take you back over something. Do you know a woman named Patricia Summers?"

She looked completely lost. "Patricia Summers? I knew all of Pat's relatives, and so far as I know, there were no Patricias."

"Did you know that your husband was a transvestite?"




Springtime for Summers



She looked shocked. "What are you saying?"

"Mrs. Summers, the man who we believe murdered Dr. Frankenwiener was responding to a personal advertisement which she placed in a gay newspaper. She categorized him as a crossdresser before she operated on him. This is a picture of Dr. Frankenwiener. Have you ever seen her?"

Sturgess handed her a crime scene photo of a woman with bulging eyes and a hideously distorted face. Raw red marks were distinctly visible on her neck. After looking at the photo, she handed it back to him with a frown. "Why are you showing this to me?"

Sturgess had watched her carefully as she studied the photo. "Because we believe, Mrs. Summers, that the man who did this to her was your husband."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because shortly after Dr. Frankenwiener was murdered, a woman named Patricia Summers turned up in Chicago. She moved into a single room occupancy hotel, and took a job as a waitress at a restaurant in Lincoln Park. I ask you again, have you been contacted by anyone on behalf of your husband?"

"No," she shouted, shaking with anger. "I still don't believe it was him. But if it was, that means he's here in Chicago, and he hasn't even told me he's alive. Oh God, it can't be true." She broke down into hysterical sobs, and Sturgess was visibly shaken.

"Mrs. Summers, we don't think he's still in Chicago. A few days before Arnold Nash was murdered, this Patricia Summers moved out of her hotel without leaving a forwarding address, and the day of the murder, she quit her job as a waitress. You haven't heard from her, and neither has anyone else. I'm sorry, but we had to ask you these questions."

She continued sobbing softly, looking up at both of them with red eyes. "Do you really think he's alive?"

"We don't know, Mrs. Summers. We have two unsolved murders, and a missing person on our hands. If you do hear from him, or her, you must contact us. Sergeant LaScala will let you know if there are any further developments."

She got up and started towards the door. They followed her, and when she opened it, she showed them out without a word. After she closed the door, she walked back into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.

Anne peered down cautiously from the upstairs landing. "Are they gone?"

"They're gone," Pat said, kicking off her heels. "Your shoes are too tight."

Anne sat down next to Pat and started to rub her toes through her nylons. "We'll get you some new ones. I heard all of that. What a performance!"

"I've had lots of practice."

"I don't understand one thing. They said Patricia Summers disappeared in February."

"I figured the New York police might be looking for me, so while I was working as a waitress, some of the other girls showed me how to get false identity papers. They're mostly Mexican, you know, and it's pretty easy. So when I rented my apartment and started my job at Marshall Fields, I used my new name."

She shook her head. "Who is this mystery woman?"

"Cassandra Straight. You can call me Cass."

Anne gave her a cross-eyed look. "Cass Straight. Yuck! You’ll always be Pat to me."

Just then the doorbell rang. "Oh no, it must Lindy, getting dropped off from school. Pat, what do we tell her?"

"Let her in, please, Anne."

Anne opened the door, and their daughter skipped into the townhouse. She stopped short when she saw Pat, and stared at her for a moment. Then she cried out, "Daddy!" and ran towards her.

Pat kneeled down and took Lindy into her arms, smothering her with hugs and kisses. Finally Lindy pulled back and studied her intently. "You look pretty, Daddy. Can we play dress up every day?"



Springtime in Paris



When Rachel had arrived in Paris, she had never imagined she would end up here. But here she was, in a strange woman's house waiting for her first threesome. Jason looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back, albeit a little tentatively. She had met Jason in the train station and had gone home with him the first night she was here. She couldn't imagine ever doing that back home. This trip though was so she could get away from who she was. She was here to experiment, to do things she had never done before. And she had certainly never done this before. 

"So where do we go from here?" Rachel asked.

"The bedroom is upstairs."

"Lead on, then." Rachel said, looking around. This place was beautiful. She didn't know what kind of friends Jason had, but this one was obviously rich. The entry way was lavishly furnished. The chandelier probably cost more than Rachel's entire house back home. 

She followed Jason up the long curving staircase. She didn't mind following Jason anywhere, if only because it gave her a view of his lovely ass. He clearly took care of himself, and Rachel had been lucky enough to experience his good shape firsthand last week. Jason was over six feet tall, which worked well for Rachel as she was tall herself. His dark hair was a little long, and fell easily over his bright blue eyes. He had caught her eye when he walked past her in the airport. She normally didn't do much about these things, just shoot these guys a small smile and go back to her reading. Jason was the one who had approached her.

"You are too beautiful to look so sad." He had said.

"Wow. Was that your best line? I hope not." She had said, but she was smiling. It was hard not to, looking into those eyes. 

"I didn't want to be too forward. I thought you would be put off by what was actually going through my head." 

Rachel's mouth went slightly dry, but then something else clicked. "You're American!"

"Indeed I am. As are you."

Rachel put her best offended face on. "I most certainly am not. I'm Canadian, thank you very much, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't tarnish our spotless travel reputation by calling me an American." She hoped he would pick up on the fact she wasn't actually mad.

He did. "My mistake, I'm so terribly sorry. It won't happen again."

They both laughed, but Rachel caught something in the way he was looking at her. He was looking up and down her body unabashedly. She knew he was mentally undressing her. Something crazy flashed through her mind but she dismissed it quickly. She was here to be different, but a quickie with a stranger in the bathroom was a little too crazy for her. 

Jason was still staring, so she pushed her boobs out and stretched, giving him an eyeful. He swallowed, and she could see the beginning of an erection under his trousers. As quickly she had dismissed the idea, the image of held up against a wall and banged by this man in a bathroom stall popped back into her head. She felt her panties dampen with the thought. What the hell? She shook her head, trying to clear out the image. She was unsuccessful. 

She cleared her throat and said in a voice slightly higher than normal, "So what's a Yank like you doing here in Paris? Are you a tourist like me?"

His eyes snapped up from her rather sizable breasts. "Uh, no, I'm a...I work as...I'm a systems analyst." He finally managed to get out. "My company sends me all over the world to detect problems in computer systems and I'm on a yearlong assignment for a major corporation here in Paris. I got here two months ago."

"Wow. That sounds really impressive. It also sounds like it could be bullshit and you're totally unemployed."

Jason laughed. His laugh was loud and booming, and when he threw his head back she could see every one of his perfect white teeth. "Trust me, when you see my apartment you'll realize that I'm most definitely earning money."

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "When I see your apartment? Presumptuous much?"

"Am I? I assumed you would like to go there first instead of me taking you right here in the train station."

"It sounds like you're no longer worried about me being put off." Rachel had said with a smirk, but her mouth had gone completely dry at the look on Jason's face. He moved closer to her, so that she could feel his hard dick on her leg. Based on what she was feeling, she would not be disappointed by an interlude with him.  

"I want you. You are so damn hot. I want to bend you over and ram my hard dick into your pussy and hear you scream."

With that, he placed his hand on her crotch and rubbed. She stepped back a little at the intimacy of the touch, but she couldn't deny she wanted him too. However, two could play at that game. She stepped back toward him and ran her hand up his thigh and let it rest on his dick, which was straining at his zipper. She screwed up her courage and made her decision. The intensity of her wanting was so extreme; she didn't care if she didn't even know his name. She wanted him to bend her over, too.

"Well then, why don't we find somewhere more private where you can fuck me?"

His jaw set, and he grabbed her hand as he strode off in the opposite direction. Rachel thought about what she had just done as she was being towed along behind him. She vaguely wondered where they were heading. It didn't matter. Her panties were sopping wet at just the thought of him, burying his face in her pussy, then fucking her with that dick she had felt. She didn't think she had ever been this horny.

Jason pushed open the door to the men's room. He didn't even bother to look around to see if there was anyone else in before he pulled Rachel in and kissed her. Rachel had never been kissed like this before. She wasn't a novice by any means, but Jason put every ounce of the want he was feeling too into that kiss. The force of it slammed her into the door of the nearest stall. Jason pushed her into it and closed the door behind them. 

He moved the straps of the sundress she was wearing to the side, letting the top fall slightly. Rachel moved her arms out of them entirely, and it fell to her waist. Jason pinched her nipple over the thin lace of her bra, and she moaned quietly. 

"Your tits look amazing in that bra," he whispered in her ear as he continued to fondle one breast. However, he was using the other hand to undo it, and it fell to the floor. "They look even more amazing without it."

Rachel thought she was beyond speech at the moment. She certainly couldn't think of anything witty to say, so she reached down and undid his belt. She pulled it off and used it to bring Jason closer to kiss her again. He reached up with his hand under her skirt. He pushed her panties to one side and slowly put a finger inside of her. She undid his pants and wrenched them down. Putting one hand down his boxers, she finally felt what she had seen hinted at earlier. She was right. It most definitely wouldn't disappoint. 

She dropped down, sitting on the closed toilet. Slowly at first, she started to take him into her mouth. There was a lot there, so she took her time. With every thrust, she took a little more into her mouth. Her fingers found his balls and she began to play with them. She could hear the ragged breathing coming from above her. She knew he was having a hard time being quiet, but she felt the need to torment him a little. She started to use her teeth a little, causing just enough pain to send him around the bend. Sure enough, she started to gasp and gripped her head a little tighter. She could feel his leg muscles tensing with the strain. She slipped a finger up behind his balls and pushed gently. He swelled in her mouth and abruptly pulled out.

"Oh, I have no plans on coming yet. You will pay for that."

With that, he dropped to his knees in front of her. He pushed the bottom of her dress up to her waist. A fleeting thought ran through her brain: she was so glad she had waxed in preparation for the trip. Jason leaned in close and breathed hot breaths on her very wet pussy. Just the sensation of the hot air followed by the cooling off was almost enough the drive her over the edge. He pushed her panties aside again and licked her swollen clit using small delicate strokes of his tongue. 

"I love a woman who's totally bare down here. It gives me the most wonderful view of her cunt."

"You're welcome. I aim to please." Rachel managed to squeak out. She was already using her arms as balance, raising her hips toward Jason's face. 

He smiled a smile that said he knew just how crazy he was making her. He lowered his face back down and started to suck on her clit. Every muscle in her body tensed. God, it felt good. He slipped two fingers into her snatch and started sliding them in and out. He then added another finger, then another. He just kept finger fucking her while he sucked on her clit, until she couldn't help herself. She cried out as she came, grabbing Jason's head between her legs. He resurfaced using his shirt to wipe his face and didn't miss a beat. He lifted her up and turned her around. She heard a slight click and turned her head to see what it was. Before she could get a view however, Jason had used his pocketknife to cut off Rachel's panties. He pulled the wet mass of lace away from her and dropped them on the floor. Bending her over, he pulled his cock out from his underwear and rammed it into her pussy.

She cried out again, not caring who heard. This was a busy train station; surely there were other people in the bathroom. It didn't matter. She had never felt this full before, as Jason's dick stretched her vagina almost to the breaking point. She looked to the left and was shocked to see a pair of eyes looking back at her. There were slats in the stall walls, and someone had managed to make a small space between two of them. That person was staring at her breasts that were bouncing every which way as Jason fucked her and didn't notice that she had seen him.

She made to stand up, but Jason pushed her back down again and said, "Not until I'm done. I want to fuck you until you can't walk properly."

Well, in for a dime, in for a dollar, she thought. She ran her hand down her stomach and began to rub her clit. She brought her hand back up to her mouth and looked directly into those eyes while she licked her finger. They widened, and then closed. He was obviously taking advantage of the show to take care of a little business of his own. When they reopened, Rachel was still looking right at them. She winked and bit her lip. She then threw her head back and said in the breathiest voice she could conjure, "Oh God, fuck me hard!" 

Jason complied, pushing every inch of his cock into her. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit and ground her hips against him. Waves of pleasure started to radiate up and she knew it wouldn't be long. She reached up and grabbed her breasts, pushing them together and pinching her nipples. She looked up again to look into those eyes as she came.

"Yes! Oh fuck yeah! I'm coming!" The eyes stared back as he watched her come then closed as the stranger reached his own end. Rachel could hear both men breathing, Jason's was steady and the stranger was uneven. She heard a quiet moan from the next stall and said to Jason, "Don't stop, keep going. I want you to make me come again."

Jason was still thrusting with abandon. He gave her a small slap on her ass. She gasped, and said, "Oh yeah baby. Spank me. Harder!"

He smacked her again, this time with some sauce on it. She felt that wave rise again in her. 

"Spank me again. Harder!"

He really gave her one, and she knew that was going to leave a mark. She reached down with her hand again, rubbing her clit as he fucked her harder and deeper than she had ever been fucked. She felt fire shoot through her body and she came hard on his dick, enjoying the feeling of extra tightness as her muscles contracted.

Jason was clearly enjoying it too. "Oh God, your pussy gets so tight when you come. It feels so amazing to be fucking that tight little pussy."

Rachel once again ground her hips into Jason's pelvis. "Come on baby. I want you to come inside of me. I want to feel that big dick swell in my cunt."

Jason shuddered, and Rachel got her wish. She felt his balls contract as he came in her, releasing everything he had. They were still for a moment, and then Rachel stood up. She leaned over and licked a small drop from Jason's dick, causing him to flinch slightly. They looked at each other for an awkward moment. 

Jason said, "So, are you still interested in seeing my apartment?"

"Hell yeah."

"I'm Jason, by the way."

She stared at him in a moment of amazement. She had just screwed a man whose name she didn't know. She recovered her senses and said, "Rachel. Nice to have met you."

She had gone home with him that night, and had been staying there for about two weeks now. They had had sex in almost every way imaginable, and Jason had a very active imagination. He had also been showing her around Paris, although most of the time it was just an excuse to have sex in some new outdoor location. She had been screwed at the Eiffel Tower, outside the Louvre, inside the Louvre, and in the gardens at Versailles among other places. Jason was very creative about avoiding things like cameras and security. So far, this had been the best trip of her life. 

A couple of days ago, Jason had brought up a new idea. They had just finished up another round in his apartment and were leaning up against the cupboards in his kitchen. Rachel didn't think it was very fair for Jason to ask her things after he had banged her; she was always in such a good mood she would do anything he wanted.

"So, I know you're here to try new things."

"Mmm-hmm."

"I had a thought."

"Mmm-hmm."

"What do you think about a threesome?

Rachel had actually lifted her head to look at Jason at this. "Are you serious?"

"It's just an idea; you don't have to if you don't want to."

Rachel was silent for a moment. "With another girl or another guy?"

"Girl."

"So you already have someone in mind?"

"I have a friend that really enjoys them. She says she digs eating another woman's pussy. She's always said that if I ever find a willing participant she would love to have one with me."

"And you've never found a willing participant? I would think most women would do whatever you asked them."

Jason smiled a little at the compliment and then brushed it off with a wave of his hand. "Well, that bathroom thing was actually a first for me. It had popped into my mind then that you were someone who might be up for something a little more adventurous, but I didn't want to ask you right away."

"That bathroom thing was a first for you? Really? You seemed to know exactly where you were going."

"Well, I had fantasized about it a lot. I knew what I wanted to do if I ever got a woman in there."

"Did I ever tell you that someone was watching us from the next stall?"

Jason lifted his head at that. "No! Seriously? Through the slats?"

"Yup. Well, we were making quite a bit of noise. Lots of people heard us; it's not really a shock someone wanted to see us."

"Yeah, but...why didn't you say anything? We could have moved somewhere else."

Rachel snorted. "At that moment? You could have pulled out and we could have gathered our clothing and moved. Right. Besides, it was kind of a turn on."

"Did he know you saw him?"

"Oh yeah. We kept eye contact through one of my orgasms, actually."

Jason sat up, forcing Rachel to do the same. He just looked at her for a minute or so, making Rachel think he was angry with her. Then he smiled. "My God, you are amazing. I'm getting a little turned on thinking about another guy watching you come, actually."

Rachel looked down. Sure enough, he was getting hard again. It really did not take him long to recover. 

"Oh he saw everything. He watched my boobs bounce as you fucked me, and he watched me rub my clit..." She moved her hand down there as she spoke. The poor thing was a little raw, never having had so much abuse, but it started to swell as she ran her fingers over it.

"He was jerking himself off as he watched me get taken from behind, as he watched your big hard dick spread my lips open and slide into my pussy."

Jason was fully hard again. Without another word, he lifted her up and plopped her ass down on the counter. "Oh God, you make me crazy. All I want to do is fuck you all day long. Just ravage your cunt with my dick until you cry out for mercy."

Before she could comment on his use of the word 'ravage', he stuffed his dick inside her again. She leaned back and moved her hips forward on the counter so she could take every inch of him inside her. She felt as though she could fuck him all day long too, until they were both exhausted and couldn't stand. She leaned forward and ran her fingernails down his back hard. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the nearest wall and shoved her into it. She loved how strong he was. 

She used his shoulders to move up and down on his dick, making him moan. "Louder baby. Tell me what you want."

"Oh God. I want to fuck you while someone watches. I want you to turn another man on with these beautiful tits, and he can stand there jacking off while you get fucked."

"Yeah, baby. Oh, God yeah!"

He pinned her against the wall with his strong body and started to rapidly move his dick in and out of her pussy. She could feel her orgasm rising already, just from the angle of his strong thrusts. She came hard, her juices running down her leg and all over his cock. He came right after. She never got tired of the feeling of his cock swelling inside of her while he unloaded. 

He put her down and she went to the bathroom for a quick clean-up before meeting him in the bedroom. They lay down on the bed together in silence for a while and eventually Rachel heard the rhythmic breathing that meant Jason was asleep. Rachel was lost in her own thoughts. Did she want to try this? She had already been much more reckless than she had planned. She had never been with a woman before. She didn't know if she even wanted to try it. She knew though that it all started with a decision. She was still wrestling with it when she drifted off.

When she woke up the next morning, she had made her decision. She looked over and Jason wasn't there. She threw a tank top on and followed the scent of bacon to the kitchen.

"You know, it really isn't wise to cook bacon while naked."

Jason looked up. "Morning, beautiful! I thought you deserved a good breakfast after our double round yesterday."

"Always so thoughtful. Thanks. You do look really hot in the buff though."

Rachel let her eyes rove over him as he stood there. Jason took really good care of himself and it showed. He was long and lean, but very well defined. Her favorite part of him was that tantalizing "V" that led down to his dick. It was like an arrow pointing her to where the best time was. 

He was looking her over too. He walked over and took her tank top off, leaving her there in her panties. "I still love to just look at you," he said. "Amazing."

Rachel had always been on the busty side. Her impressive tits were perched above a small waist and what she had always thought was an ample ass. When she was a teenager she had hated her figure. She was always told that she was lucky to have such an hourglass figure, but when she was younger she had envied the girls with small tits and asses. They probably didn't have the trouble finding clothes that fit. It was only as she got older that she realized that she really was lucky. Teenage boys liked the girls with no ass. Men preferred her curves.

She grabbed her tank top and put it back on. "Down, boy. My nether regions need a break. And you'll burn the bacon."




Springtime in Paris



He stopped. "Your nether regions?" he shot back with a laugh. "Nether regions. Seriously."

"Laugh all you want but you're not the one that has a large shaft ramming into her repeatedly."

"I thought you were enjoying the ramming."

"It's kind of like having large amounts of chocolate. It feels really good while you're doing it, but you know you're going to pay for it later."

Jason walked back to the frying pan. "Okay, we'll let your nether regions breathe today. Probably just as well, I have a meeting with my clients I have to get to. Will you be okay on your own today?"

"Of course! I don't want to interfere with your life; you have a job and such. I'll probably just laze around the apartment, applying cold compresses to my nether regions."

"Stop saying nether regions. It makes you sound like my grandmother." Said Jason, but he smiled every time she said it.

"Your grandmother said nether regions? She sounds like a cool lady."

"Stop it! Ouch!" He said as some grease jumped out of the pan and burned him.

"I told you it was a bad idea to cook bacon while naked."

"Well then you watch the bacon while I go and put on a T-shirt."

When he got back, Rachel said, "So I've been thinking about your idea."

"Oh? And what conclusion did you come to?"

"I'm in."

Jason froze with the pan in one hand and some bacon dangling precariously off the fork in his other. "Really? Don't tease me about this. Really? You don't have to."

"Put the frying pan down before you drop it. I know I don't have to. I want to. I want to try new things. This will be new. Do you trust this girl?"

Jason had turned off the element. "Yeah, I really do. I've known her since I got here. She's pretty experienced; she throws key parties and things like that a lot. I've never been to one, I haven't had the courage. Or the right partner as you have to show up as a couple."

"I would like it to be as anonymous as possible. I don't really want to go over and have to make it through a dinner or something before we get on with it. I'm not sure if I can handle having to make small talk."

"Okay, I'll tell her. Are you sure you want-"

Rachel cut him off. "I'm sure. Stop asking."

"Okay," he said, and then he grinned. "Awesome."

Rachel grinned back, feeling a thrill of anticipation. 

So now she found herself in this beautiful apartment, being led up the stairs by the man she didn't even know three weeks ago to have a threesome with him and a woman she had never met. He had called his friend, and she had been more than happy to set everything up. They were to show up and let themselves into the apartment. She told them to go upstairs to the bedroom and get started, she would come in later. That way no one had to make small talk and Rachel would remain anonymous, at least in name.

They walked into the bedroom and Rachel gasped. It was gorgeous. It looked like a movie set from the forties, with gauzy drapes flowing from the ceiling and soft creams everywhere. The bed was enormous. Like, ten people could fit into it with ease kind of enormous. Rachel thought of the key parties that were thrown here and wondered how many people had been on this bed doing what they were about to do. It was sumptuously decorated with satin sheets and mounds of pillows.

Jason turned to her. "Ready?"

"Ready."

Jason started kissing her, first on her lips, and then slowing moving his way down her neck to her chest. I cannot believe I'm doing this, she thought. She was half paying attention to Jason, and half expecting this mystery woman to walk in at any moment. Of course, Jason would not be ignored.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asked. "I wouldn't be angry if you didn't, you have nothing to prove to me."

Rachel took a deep bracing breath. "I'm sure." She said. "I'm just nervous, that's all. I've never done anything like this, but I guess that's the point."

Jason gently placed his hands on either side of her face. "I mean it, Rachel. You absolutely don't have to do this. Just say the word, and we'll get out of here."

"I really do want to at least give it a try. If it gets to be too much, I can always excuse myself to the bathroom and just not come back." Rachel smiled at Jason. "I'm sure you and your friend can carry on without me."

"That's not really the point of the evening, though."

"If I get too uncomfortable, I'll let you know. I promise."

Jason kissed her again, hard and heavy. He pushed her up against the door they had come through, and it closed with a slam. His tongue weaved its way into her mouth, and this time Rachel returned the kiss with all of her attention. Jason's hands moved lower and started to unbutton her blouse. Rachel leaned her head back and let Jason's hands rove all over her body. She loved the feel of his palms on her skin, especially when he was taking her clothes off. Jason's hands moved down to her skirt, quickly sending it fluttering to the floor. Rachel had gone shopping this afternoon for some new underwear, and was pleased to see by the look on Jason's face that he had noticed. 

"Wow."

Rachel smiled. She wanted to look coy and alluring, but had a feeling she might just look a little sheepish. "Do you like it?"

"You look so hot right now. I'm not sure I'm really willing to share you with anyone."

Rachel looked down. She had taken her time choosing what she thought Jason would like. She had finally decided on a kelly green set. The bra was lacy and low, so that it pushed her boobs up but showed off a lot of them at the same time. The panties were also lacy, but there really wasn't much to them. Rachel wasn't used to thongs but it seemed to be having the desired effect. The cherry on top, Rachel felt, were the lace topped thigh high stockings. Jason stepped back and looked Rachel over from head to toe. Her heels were still on, so she was a little taller than him at the moment. She stepped out of the pool of clothing at her feet. "So what do you want to do with me exactly?"

Jason stepped closer, a greedy look in his eyes. "I want to fuck you until you're raw. I want to make sure you won't be able to walk properly for a week, and then I want to fuck you some more."

Rachel threw her hair behind her shoulders. She ran a finger down to her bra strap and slipped it off of her shoulder. That seemed to be all of the invitation Jason needed. He took the last step and kissed Rachel again, so hard her lips hurt. She started to walk toward the bed, taking Jason with her. She could feel his dick hard against her leg, so she reached down and unzipped his pants. She gave them a good tug, knowing that his boxers would come off as well. 

She then gave Jason a solid push backwards. He fell onto the bed, panting. She straddled him, and then leaned forward to undo his shirt. She took her time, kissing his chest after every button she freed. She knew she was wet, all he would have had to do is move slightly and he would have slid right into her. Jason must have known it too, but he seemed to be waiting for the party to start in earnest. After Rachel had taken Jason's shirt off, she slid a little further down his legs until her ass was in the air and her mouth hovered over his dick.

She looked up, but Jason seemed to be determinedly avoiding eye contact with her. In fact, she could almost hear him mentally reciting some old boring facts, trying to keep himself from getting too carried away. She started to lick. Not much, just a few quick jabs with her tongue. Jason was writhing. She then licked the whole length of him. She put his head in her mouth and sucked for a few seconds, all the while playing gently with his balls with her fingers. Jason was breathing so heavy Rachel almost didn't hear the faint click of the door closing behind her.

The next thing she knew, there were a pair of hands on her, running up and down her thighs and over her ass. She tried to focus on what she was doing to Jason, but this whole experience was just so new. She cleared the new addition from her thoughts, and took all of Jason into her mouth. He let out a loud moan, and she looked up. He was watching her now, but his eyes kept going from Rachel to the woman who had entered the room. Rachel then heard in her ear, "Just keep sucking his cock, you look so hot doing that."

She obeyed with gusto. She ran her mouth up and down the full length of his dick, while she felt the woman's hands slide up her thigh and to her pussy. Rachel almost stopped breathing, but felt herself throb. She was turned on by this woman. The woman tickled her lips before slowly putting first one, then two fingers inside of Rachel. It's okay, you can handle this. It's not much different than having a man do this. The woman started to move her fingers, and Rachel started to go a little harder on Jason, using her teeth every now and then. 

Jason must have decided he was getting too carried away. He pulled himself out of Rachel's mouth and flipped her over, so that she was on her back. Rachel was able to get her first glimpse of the woman she was about to have sex with. She was average height, but like Rachel was wearing heels. And nothing else. Her skin was darker, she might have been Mediterranean. Her hair was long and dark and tumbled over her breasts. She wasn't rail thin by any means. The woman pulled Rachel's feet so that she was diagonal along the bed, then looked directly at Rachel and smiled. "We are going to have so much fun." She slid Rachel's panties off.

Rachel wasn't sure what to say to that. Everything that was happening certainly felt good, but she was still a little scared. There was no going back from this. Just as she was wondering if she should pull the plug before things got too out of control, she felt a jolt. Jason had lay down and placed his head between her legs. Jason licked and sucked on her clit, and she felt an orgasm building already. The woman lay down next to Rachel and started to kiss her. Her lips were soft and warm, and the gloss she was wearing was slightly vanilla flavored. She reached up and started to fondle Rachel's breast. She leaned her head down and moved the lacy green bra out of the way. She then started to suck on Rachel's nipple. Rachel could only see her dark hair spread out over her chest, and she made her decision. She reached out and drew the woman's head back up and kissed her, reaching down with her own hand to the woman's breasts, pinching her nipple. The woman looked up at Rachel and smiled.

"I need something to call you." Rachel said, barely able to get the words out. Jason was now using his tongue to fuck her pussy, and she was racing closer to that release. 

"You can call me V.", the woman said. She leaned down again, and as V sucked on her nipple Rachel felt that familiar wave crash over her. She arched her back and cried out. Jason stood up and wiped his face with a nearby tissue. He looked very pleased with himself. Rachel barely noticed. V had swung her leg over and was now straddling Rachel. She moved down her legs just as Rachel had moved down Jason's earlier. "Oh God..." Rachel managed to get out. V started to massage Rachel with her fingers. Jason moved up and kneeled on the bed over Rachel, so she could take him in her mouth again. Rachel didn't know what to focus on. She decided to just let what was happening happen. She figured there probably wasn't a right or wrong way to do this. 

She took all of Jason in her mouth again; running her lips up and down his cock at the same pace V was dipping her fingers in and out of Rachel's snatch. Suddenly, V stopped and curled her fingers. Rachel gasped as a new sensation washed over her. She grabbed Jason's cock and started to jerk him off. He was watching V finger Rachel. Suddenly, V stopped and got up. Rachel took the moment to make sure she was still breathing, it seemed like all of the air had been sucked from the room.

Then V was back. She was holding a light green dildo in her hand. "So, do you want to take two cocks?"

Rachel nodded. At this point she probably would have agreed to pretty much anything. Jason leaned in so she could take him back in her mouth, and she felt V slide the plastic dick into her cunt. She moaned, which apparently felt good on Jason's cock, making him moan. He angled himself slightly, so he would be able to watch V glide the dildo in and out of Rachel. 

Rachel meanwhile was floating. She felt so good, to be so stimulated at once. V was being very gentle, making sure not to push it in too far so as not to hurt her. She thought she could handle a bit more, so she took Jason out of her mouth and panted, "Harder!"

V sped up, pushing that dick into Rachel even further. She felt the cock inside of her, running up and down her pussy. V then started to rub her clit, and she came before she even realized she was close. 

V then leaned her head down and started to lick Rachel's pussy. She really was very good at it, extending Rachel's orgasm. She spread her wet lips and used her tongue to dance over Rachel's clit, then pushed into her tunnel. "Your pussy tastes amazing. Is this the first time you've been eaten out by a woman?"

Rachel tried to answer with Jason's dick still in her mouth. "Mmm-hmm." Jason moaned as the vibrations ran over his cock.

"You are so wet, I love tasting you." With that, she buried her head back between Rachel's legs and fucked her with her tongue. Rachel was moaning. She couldn't really grasp what was happening, but it all felt so good. V pulled back.

"Would you like to taste me?" she asked.

Rachel realized what V was offering. If she wasn't up for it, Rachel could continue to be a passive partner, keeping the tryst as one sided as possible. Rachel thought about it. She had come this far, she might as well try everything. "Yes, I would."

Everyone shifted positions. V lay back at the head of the bed across the pillows. Rachel knelt down in front of her, and Jason stood behind Rachel. She leaned her head down and took her first, tentative lick at V's pussy. This was just so foreign. V lay very still, letting Rachel work up whatever courage she needed to continue. Rachel looked over V's body, taking in the olive skin and long limbs. She leaned back in and ran her hands up V's legs to her pussy. She was already very wet. Rachel took her time, first fingering V's cunt. V leaned back and pushed her hips toward Rachel. She put two fingers inside V, and moved them in and out slowly. She realized that it would not be difficult to please V. All she had to do was what she liked to have done to her. She leaned her head down and found V's clit with her tongue. She heard the sharp intake of breath that meant she was in the right spot.

"Oh yeah, baby. Suck that clit for me."

She started to suck, trying to make sure she wasn't being too rough. Jason was still rooted to the spot behind her, so she turned around and said, "Are you going to going to put that dick to good use, or do we need to bring out the plastic one?"

Jason came out of his reverie and slid his dick into Rachel's pussy. It felt so good that she almost forgot about V, but when she opened her eyes V's still wet snatch was right in front of her. Rachel went back to fingering her pussy while she sucked her clit. V had started to squirm, so Rachel picked up the pace. She couldn't believe how good this felt, to be licking a woman while being fucked by a man. V grabbed Rachel's head and pushed her further into her pussy, allowing her to dig even deeper with her tongue. Jason was still fucking her, rocking her whole body with his thrusts. Rachel was going as deep into V as she could with her tongue. She was now fully committed to what was happening. She wanted the whole experience. She flicked her tongue over V's clit time and again. Suddenly V arched her back and Rachel felt the muscles in her pussy contract. My God, she had brought this woman to orgasm. The feeling was slightly unbelievable. 

"Oh, I want to feel a dick inside of me, fuck me!" V said to Jason. He pulled himself out of Rachel and she moved to the side. She blinked as Jason rammed his dick into V. She had actually forgotten this part, the part where Jason has sex with another woman. She watched while he slid his cock in and out of V, and a small part of her wondered if this is what he saw when he screwed her. Another part of her however, was very aroused by watching them. She thought Jason looked amazing while he was having sex with her. It apparently wasn't limited to just her. He just looked amazing while he was having sex, period. She reached back and undid her bra, finally taking it off completely. She got up to V's mouth and kissed her as her body rocked with Jason's every move. Rachel grabbed V's breasts and pushed them together. She kept kissing V hard. It was a little different to kiss a woman. There was no sense of dominance there, just softness and that small bit of vanilla. She reached her hand down and started to rub V's clit while Jason was fucking her. V responded to her touch by raising her hips. Rachel moved so that she was straddling V's face, facing Jason. He lifted his eyes to hers, and she smiled. She leaned forward and kissed him. The sound of V coming from underneath them brought them out of the kiss. 

"Don't stop fucking me, keep that dick inside of me!" she panted. 

V started to lick at Rachel. She made sure she was giving V all the room she needed. As she started to suck on Rachel's clit, she used her fingers to fuck Rachel. Jason was wide eyed, watching V and Rachel. He slowed his thrusting down, letting V focus on Rachel. Rachel threw her head back, feeling the warm sensation of the coming orgasm wash over her. She knew she was a mess down there, but it felt so good to have V's mouth on her clit that she didn't really care. A few more strokes with V's tongue, and Rachel came hard. She grabbed her breasts and held her own nipples, so hard she knew she was leaving fingernail marks. She eased herself off of V, and lay down on the bed.

Jason pulled out of V, and lay back on the bed next to Rachel. She looked over at him. "You're not tired out, are you?"

He grinned. "A bit, but Lord knows I'm not going anywhere."

"Well, maybe we should make this easier on you, then."

She knelt over his dick, slowly lowering herself onto it. They both moaned. Rachel was sure she had never been so wet, everything was so smooth. V came up to the head of the bed, and kneeled over Jason's face. His regular strokes became a little more erratic as his attention was divided. Rachel stared at V where Jason was licking her. Jason's focus on V let her take a break, and she sat on top of him, watching him eat out another woman. She was so turned on. V looked up and caught Rachel's eye. She slowly ran her hand down and cupped one of her boobs, raising it so she could kiss her nipple. Her other hand went down lower. She rubbed her clit as Jason tongue fucked her, keeping eye contact with Rachel the whole time. Rachel had started to grind on Jason's dick, if only because she couldn't sit still anymore. 

V leaned forward, keeping her pussy within tongue's reach for Jason. Rachel mirrored her movement without thinking. She reached her hand out and caressed V's breast, enjoying the soft feel of the mass. Her head went down and she took it into her mouth, licking and sucking. V's hand had come up to meet with Rachel. V was fondling her breast at the same time. 

"Kiss me again," said V. Rachel was more than happy to comply, although she found herself a little taken aback at how much she was enjoying herself. She hadn't known what to think walking into this, but she had never been so aroused. Jason had stopped what he was doing to watch V and Rachel. Rachel was putting everything she had into this kiss. Her tongue snaked around V's mouth, wanting to take in as much as she could. At this point, Rachel and V were mirror images: each with one hand on the other's breast, and the other hand on their own clits. 




Springtime in Paris



Jason managed to get out from under them, and said, "I want you two to spend some time together."

They didn't really need much prodding. The intensity between them was almost tangible. They moved closer without Jason between them and switched hands so that they were rubbing each other's clits. Their lips never parted, except to make the occasional foray down to the other's boob. They spent some time like that, chest to chest while rubbing their clits. Rachel leaned her head down and started to run her tongue around V's nipple. She took as much into her mouth and sucked hard, leaving marks. She loved the feel of V's boobs in her hands. They were so soft and heavy. 

V pulled away, and told Rachel to lie down. She did as she was told, knowing that V had much more experience with this sort of thing than she did. V lay down as well, but further away. She then slid closer to Rachel, so that their cunts were right up against each other. V started to grind. Rachel leaned back on her elbows, enjoying the sensation that washed over her. She moved her hips in time to the rhythm that V was setting. Oh man, this felt good. Nothing direct, nothing penetrating, just one swollen clit against another. She ran her hand down and started to run her thumb over V's clit in smooth circles. V pushed her hand away and suddenly sat up. This motion pushed their hips even closer together, and Rachel felt a jolt through her body as her clit took the new angle. She sat up as well.

V wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck and ground her hips into her with all the strength she could muster. She leaned down and used her tongue to flick Rachel's nipple, then she bit lightly. 

"Oh yeah. Harder."

V bit down and Rachel threw her head back. She came as V continued to grind into her, biting her nipple and scratching her nails down Rachel's back. She buried her face in V's neck and screamed as the orgasm washed over her. She had lost count of how many times she had come. She was sure this wouldn't be her last. 

V said something Rachel couldn't hear, and then she sensed Jason going for something under the bed. He emerged with the longest dildo Rachel had ever seen in her life. She didn't care. She didn't know what the plan would be for it, but she knew V had it handled. V pulled away from Rachel and let Jason put one end of the dildo in her pussy. She motioned for Rachel to come closer. As she did, Jason put the other end into her pussy. He then moved it back and forth between the two women. They lay there, being fucked by the same dick. Jason increased the intensity and speed, until Rachel needed a break. She pulled away and took the dildo from Jason. She pulled V into a kneeling position then slid down and lay on her back, looking up at V's snatch. She dived in again, this time with no hesitation. 

She headed right for V's clit, enveloping the small nub with her whole mouth. She slid three fingers into V's cunt, not really bothering to be gentle anymore. She slammed her fingers in and out, sometimes pausing to wiggle her fingers while they were inside V. She took one of her fingers out and let it rest on the opening to V's ass. V groaned. "Oh, just a little bit." She said. Rachel put her fingertip in the hole, and was immediately rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure from V. She also heard a deep moan from her left. She looked over to see Jason, jerking himself off slowly while watching them. 

"You like watching me finger her pussy?" She heard herself say. It actually surprised her to hear herself say the words, they sounded so brazen. Jason nodded. "Do you want me to finger her ass too?" Jason nodded again, looking as though he may pass out at any moment. 

"Oh God, yes. Put your finger in my ass while you finger my cunt." V breathed.

Rachel repositioned, and started to finger V in earnest. Two in her pussy, one in her ass, all the while still licking her clit. She took a quick moment to congratulate herself on her multi-tasking ability before fully focusing on V. V was moving with her, her cries getting louder and louder as she neared her climax. Suddenly V tensed up, and Rachel's face was covered in V's juices. It took her a little off guard, and she sputtered for a moment. She wasn't given much time to recover. 

V had leaned forward when she came, wanting to taste Rachel while she climaxed. They were now in the 69 position, or so Rachel assumed. She never thought her first foray into this position would be with a woman, but V was making it very hard to think anything rational at the moment. V sucked her clit and put her fingers back inside Rachel. V was so good at this; she brought Rachel right to the edge of orgasm. Jason moved behind V's ass, and Rachel knew what he wanted. She pushed her body away and spun around in one fluid motion. V resumed her work between Rachel's legs, and Rachel got a great view of Jason taking V from behind. 

V groaned as his huge cock slid into her cunt and the vibrations that groaning created on Rachel's' pussy were intense. Jason started to thrust his dick deep inside of V, and she broke away from Rachel to take a huge gasping breath. Rachel took the moment to prop herself up on her elbows. Jason and Rachel locked eyes and they stared at each other while he fucked this other woman. Rachel thought he had never looked so hot. Jason had his hands on V's ass and was spreading her cheeks apart. He looked down to see the view and Rachel knew he wanted to give it to her in the ass. 

"Do it. Fuck her ass, Jason. I want to watch your face as you slide your big dick into her tight little ass."

V chimed in. "Oh God, yes. I want to feel your giant cock in my ass."

Jason produced a bottle of lube from somewhere and started to apply it to his dick and finger it around V's ass. He slipped a single digit into her ass and she gasped, causing Rachel to gasp as the cool air hit her snatch. When he was satisfied she was sufficiently slippery, she slowly slid into her ass. His face slackened as he felt how tight she was. V looked up at Rachel and smiled. "His dick is amazing. It feels so goddamn amazing inside me."

He kept pushing until he was balls deep in her ass. She groaned as he filled her up. Rachel was entranced. She just watched as Jason started to rock back and forth, causing V to get louder and louder with every thrust. Then V said, "I want to fuck you while you watch him fuck me."

She grabbed the green dildo, and started shoving it into Rachel's pussy with the same abandon that Rachel had fingered her with earlier. She started licking Rachel's clit again, with fast strokes that seemed to be merciless. Rachel knew vaguely that she was going to hurt in the morning, but couldn't have cared less at the moment. 

"Oh yeah, fuck me with that dick. Fuck me so hard, V." Rachel had never wanted anything more than to have that dick shoved as far into her as it could be. She wanted every inch of it inside of her. V thrust that cock in and out of her at the speed that Jason was fucking her ass. After doing this for a couple of minutes, Jason pulled out of V. "I don't want this party to end early." He said with a smirk. V then placed the tip of the dildo right on Rachel's ass. 

"Turnabout is fair play, don't you think?" V asked, a smile playing around the corners of her lips. Rachel froze for a moment. It had come as enough of a shock to her that she had played with V's ass. She had never had anyone in that area, she didn't know if she would like it. Or if it would hurt. V seemed to read her mind. 

"Do you not want me to? Have you ever done anal play?"

Jason said heavily from behind V, "Oh, I want to see you take that cock in your ass."

Rachel took a deep breath. "No I haven't before, but just go really slow and watch my reaction."

"I promise not to do anything you don't want me to."

V climbed off of Rachel and Rachel moved to the end of the bed. This way V could kneel right in front of her snatch. She took a smooth, smaller dildo out from a box under the bed. "This will be a little easier."

Rachel raised her hips so that V could have clear access to her ass. Her heart was pounding. How far would she go tonight? She reasoned that she could stop at any time, and besides, V seemed to know what she was doing.

"Go ahead. Fuck my ass."

V used a liberal amount of the lubricant on the dildo, and put in on Rachel's ass. Rachel drew in a sharp breath, and V started to push. Very slowly, V began easing open the tight hole that she was offered. Rachel almost couldn't breathe. It felt so odd, like nothing she had ever felt before. V placed something in her hand. She looked down to see a small bullet.

"Use that on your clit while I do this. It'll make everything easier to handle, and it should feel good."

Rachel turned it up to full power and pressed it against her clit. The effect was almost instantaneous. She practically sprinted to the finish line, coming hard before V had even finished pushing the dick into her ass. V looked up, startled. However startled V was however, it had nothing on how shocked Rachel was. She lay there panting for a moment. "Oh my God."

V cleared her throat. "So, that was a hit, then? Do you want to keep going with this?"

"God yes," croaked Rachel. She felt like she could just lay there for hours, coming over and over. 

V eased the dildo back into her ass, as Rachel held the bullet hard against her clit. The combination of the two brought her right back to the edge. V slid the dildo back out a little, not letting her finish. Rachel moaned, "Oh God, please, please, make me come. I want to come so bad while you fuck my ass."

V didn't say anything, but kept moving the cock in and out of her ass. She never put it all the way in, but never took it all the way out. Jason moved over to where Rachel was and started to kiss her. He didn't spend much time on her mouth, but moved almost immediately to her breasts. He fondled them, pushing them together while he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. Rachel wasn't sure how much more she could take. 

Jason whispered in her ear," I want to fuck you while you have another cock in your ass."

Rachel nodded without really thinking about it. She had done so much tonight, what was one more thing? Jason moved to the edge of the bed where Rachel's legs were propped up. He placed a pillow underneath her ass, changing the depth of the dildo already in there. Her pussy contracted involuntarily, but stayed just shy of coming. V let go of the dildo while Jason got between her legs. He pushed her back a little on the bed so he could get his knees on it. V stayed right with them, never taking out the dildo. V then used the green dick from before on herself. This was so out of control. Three dicks and Rachel had two of them. One was being operated by a woman, and was in her ass. She could see what this looked like if someone were watching, and just the thought made her pussy contract. Rachel could feel another orgasm building. She lowered herself a little on that cock, tightening up as it slid a little deeper into her ass. 

"C'mon, Jason. Fuck my cunt. I want to feel what it's like to have two cocks in me at the same time."

Jason very slowly put the tip of his dick inside Rachel's wet pussy. Rachel almost cried with anticipation. "Make me come, Jason. I want to come all over your cock."

Jason suddenly thrust his dick into Rachel's cunt. She screamed, not expecting the sudden feeling of fullness. Jason looked down at her, worried he had hurt her.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Keep fucking me. Fuck me hard, both of you."

Jason started into a rhythm, V keeping pace with the dick in her ass. Rachel had never felt so full, and she could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other between the thin wall that separated them. She thought she could do this for hours. She arched her back, grabbing her breast with one hand. She used the other to press the bullet even harder into her clit. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...

Her orgasm was explosive and lasted for what seemed like forever. Her body was covered in sweat and her own juice, and she never wanted this to end. V and Jason didn't slow down when she came and she left the bullet where it was. Just as she was over the orgasm, another one hit with overwhelming force. Her muscles contracted so hard that the dildo was pushed out of her ass and she heard the sound of V coming behind Jason. 

"Fuck, I love to watch you come!" Said V, breathing hard and red faced. "You look so goddamn hot when you come."

Jason had slowed down, but V just said to him,"Fuck her tight little pussy."

He started to really push himself into her. She felt Jason's dick go in so deep, it started to hurt. His balls were slapping against her ass. V had lain down next to Rachel again, and was rubbing Rachel's clit while he pounded her, not that she needed the push. Rachel looked at her. "I want to eat you out one more time."

V smiled and knelt over Rachel's face. She looked up at that woman's snatch. She never thought she would be doing this, let alone craving it. Bu she loved it. She loved being with another woman and making her come. Rachel took the dildo and started to move it into V's cunt. Not the whole thing, just the tip. In and out, in and out, until V's legs began to quiver. Then Rachel pushed the full length into V. She gasped and grabbed her breasts. "Don't stop; keep fucking me hard with that dick." Rachel kept pumping it into V, as hard and as fast as she could. V's legs weren't able to take the strain; V had started sinking closer to Rachel's face. As soon as she was close enough, Rachel pushed the dick in as far as it would go. Then Rachel closed her mouth over V's clit and sucked. V screamed as she came, but Rachel didn't stop. Jason had started to really pound her, and she thought if she could keep things going they may all come at the same time. Rachel moved the dildo around in V's snatch, and just kept on sucking her clit. V was squirming pretty hard, but Rachel could feel the dildo move as the walls of V's pussy contracted around them a second time. 

Rachel managed to breathe, "Keep fucking me!" to Jason, as she started to move her tongue fast and furious against V's clit. V had stopped moaning, and Jenna looked up long enough to see her and Jason kissing passionately. She went right back to what she was doing, determined to make V come once more. It was an adrenaline rush to make her come, almost as good as coming herself. Almost.

Just then she could feel Jason's legs shudder, a sure sign that he was almost done. She pushed on the dildo with one hand, while sucking as hard as she could on the clit in her mouth. She used her other hand to rub her own clit. She knew she was close, she just needed Jason to last a bit longer...V cried out again, and moved herself off of the punishing force that was Rachel's mouth. Apparently she had all she could take. She moved down and started to rub Rachel's clit, pushing her hand away. She was close, she was so close. Finally, she felt herself crest that wave. She screamed and V silenced her with a kiss. She then got up and moved behind Jason, who had changed his rhythm to long smooth strokes. She ran her hand up the back of his thigh, and suddenly his eyes got wide and Rachel felt his cock swell as he finished inside of her. He stayed in her for a few seconds, and then he pulled out and lay down on the bed next to her. V quietly slipped out the door. Rachel didn't even notice until she looked up a couple of minutes later. 

"Where did she go?" Rachel asked when she felt she had the strength to speak.

Jason took some time answering. "Well, I told her that you wanted this to be as anonymous as possible, remember? She let us start without her, and she's gone before we have a chance to compose ourselves."

"I may never compose myself. That was...amazing."

"So it was a good idea?" Jason asked, smirking.

"Don't smirk at me like you didn't get anything out of that. You must have enjoyed yourself."

"You looked so hot. I can't even describe it, Rachel. You looked fucking awesome. I've never been that turned on in my whole life."

"Well, I don't think I've been either. If I could be totally honest, I was a little startled when you put your dick inside her for the first time. I had forgotten part of the deal was for you to fuck someone else."

"You didn't like it?" 

"It just was a surprise. Almost immediately I thought it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. When you took her from behind and then in the ass, I think I could have watched that all day."

They were silent a moment longer, then Rachel asked, "What did she do at the end there? I saw your face change just before you came."

Jason flushed a little. "Um, she...um..."

"What?" Rachel asked. She was now very curious; she had never seen Jason this flustered.

"She fingered my ass."

"I see. And you had never had that done to you before?"

"Sure hadn't. It wasn't super direct, nothing went into my ass. She just took her finger and put in on my ass. Then she pushed. I'd never felt anything like it."

"It seemed to get the job done." Rachel observed.

"Indeed it did. Maybe that's something to note for later." Jason said as he rolled over and looked at Rachel. "Thanks again. You are amazing." 

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she smiled at him. They lay there on the bed for a moment longer, and then both got up and started collecting their clothes. Rachel didn't bother putting her underwear back on, she knew there would most likely be another quickie in the cab on the way to Jason's apartment. As they opened the door to the bedroom, Rachel took a last look around. She knew that she could come back if she wanted to, but she also felt that this should be a one-time thing. Something special she could remember for years to come. 

Rachel stayed in Paris for a few more weeks, finding new things to do with Jason. They never did go back to V's place. Jason brought it up a couple of times before realizing that Rachel wanted to keep it special. When she went back home, she would always remember those few weeks in Paris. Whenever she thought of those hours with V and Jason, she would smile and feel her panties get just the slightest bit damp.



Springtime in Pennsylvania



I remember vividly, one Saturday last year. It started out as a regular, routine springtime Saturday, filled with plans of getting the trimming done up and then mowing the yard. The sky was a deep, rich shade of blue and not a cloud to be seen. A few short weeks from now, a day like this would turn into a scorcher, but today, being early in the summer, it held the promise of being almost perfect weather for me to get everything done.

There was a full case of beer waiting for me in the refrigerator, I had made sure of that! Even though it wasn't going to be really hot, a man can still work up a thirst! Little did I know how much of a thirst I would build before the day was done, nor did I have any hint at this time, the way I would have that thirst created.

Since it was early, I could keep my t-shirt on while I ran the trimmer around all the shrub beds, flower beds, and various other things that dotted the landscape of the place I was staying. As I worked along the driveway, which was about a quarter of a mile long, I glanced up once and saw our neighbor, Mindy, was also working in her yard. "My God!" I exclaimed to myself as I strained to get a better look at her shapely body as she steered the lawn tractor around her yard. "What I wouldn't give..." I mumbled as I went back to trimming, being careful not to trim the growth that had sprouted instantly in my pants.

As I neared Mindy's place, my eyes couldn't stay off her long, shapely legs, exposed from her ankle to her hips. They were not as tan as they would be in a few weeks, but even now they were two things I could almost feel wrap around me as I drew a mental picture of us enjoying the day in the most natural way known.

We waved at each other as we continued to do our individual chores, but I was thinking more about doing her than anything else. I had no idea that she was having the same thoughts about me. She was done mowing by the time I had trimmed the length of the driveway and as I turned around to walk back to the garage, my eyes ran across her yard and devoured her body with a lust for the flesh she so graciously exposed.

"I know it's early, but you want a beer?" she asked as she seemed to stare into my soul. I paused, mostly from surprise because even though we had waved at each other countless times over the years, we had never really socialized.

I grinned uncontrollably as I walked across the yard with the trimmer squarely in front of the rock hard bulge in my pants. Sitting down on the short retaining wall, I was about three feet from her as she handed me a beer. When she leaned forward, I got a nice view of her ample cleavage.

"Thanks!" I said as I took the beer from her hand and my fingers lightly grazing hers.

"You're welcomed," she said as she sat back in her lawn chair and crossed her legs, left over right, exposing the full length of her thigh to my appreciative eyes. The throbbing in my pants became stronger and much more vigilant as my brain fabricated what 'could' happen.

We talked for most of the time I was there, but don't ask me what was said because my focus was not on the words that came to my ears, but more on the alluring sexiness of the body that produced those words. Eventually, I stood up to begin the trek back to my house and I quickly grabbed the trimmer, positioning it in front of the evidence of my arousal. I remember her asking me something about one of the shrubs in our yard, and a bit of the walk down the driveway with her beside me, but my most vivid memories are of what happened after we got to my house.

Giving her a full tour of the property, we some how ended up in the most secluded part of the massive back yard. Over the years I had cleared out more and more of the underbrush, claiming it as an addition to the yard and had quite inadvertently, created a very secluded 'room'. The sun was now a bit higher in the sky and was shining in full force on the grass underneath our feet.

"This would be perfect for my sunbathing," Mindy remarked as she scanned the area, turning suddenly to face me and catching me enjoying the captivating shape of those two shapely mounds of flesh that formed her ass. I looked up into her glistening, dark brown eyes and saw a grin on her lips as she stared at me, waiting for my response.

"Anytime you want to, come on down and have at it," was all I could come up with.

"I love to sunbathe, but I always have to wear a bikini up there," she stated as she nodded in the direction of her house. "There's no privacy at all."

She stepped toward me. "This is VERY private, and I would most likely sunbathe in the nude if I were down here," she continued as she watched me closely. I swear every drop of blood in my body was throbbing in my erection as I instantly fabricated an image of her laying there in the nude.

"Be okay by me, but I don't know if it would be safe," was my semi-unconscious reply. My mind was racing with images of her and I rolling around on the grass, nude and enjoying nature and each other. Her hands were now unclipping the trimmer from the shoulder strap and she set it aside, squatting down as she gently placed it on the ground. Instead of returning to her feet as I expected, she turned and grasped my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. I instinctively stepped back, not having often experienced this type of aggressiveness from a female. It didn't phase her at all and in a flash my jeans were down around my ankles. As her hands slid up the back of my legs, my eager flesh wildly jumped up and down in the air as it waited impatiently in anticipation. As her mouth stretched around my full thickness, the wet coolness of her tongue sent outrageous pleasure through me.

"Oh my God!" I moaned as Mindy slowly moved her mouth and lips over my shaft as she did a perfectly choreographed dance with my throbbing muscle. My hands were gently cupping her head as her hands sent more waves of pleasure through me while they erratically glided over my nakedness. A few moments later, her top was off and she had captured my slippery cock between the firmness of her breasts. I contained myself for several more minutes, but then I couldn't wait any longer and removed my shirt as I squatted down and tugged at her shorts.

Not a word was spoken verbally as she invited me to enjoy the treasure that had been the subject of many dreams of mine. We were soon both in the nude and she laid down on my clothes that I had quickly spread on the ground for her. Her feet were flat on the ground and with her knees in the air, I placed my hands on them and they slowly, invitingly parted for me.

My hands enjoyed the smooth flesh of her legs as my lips steadily kissed their way nearer and nearer her well trimmed and tempting pussy. She gave no resistance as my tongue and mouth was quickly moving toward her warm moistness at the apex of her heavenly shaped legs. My tongue darted out as I savored the first touch of any part of my body against her intimacy.

Resting on my knees and elbows, I was lost in the pleasure of her dark bush as I licked, sucked, and caressed her ever increasing wetness. Her gentle moans filled the air, mixing effortlessly with the song of the birds. Moving my lips up over her navel, then her ribs, my mouth wrapped around her erect left nipple as I positioned myself between her legs. The tip of my pulsating cock brushed against her wet, soft hair and that was one of the most intense sensations of pleasure I had ever experienced. She raised her hips slightly and my thickness slid effortlessly into her tightness. "Oh-h-h-h God!" we moaned in unison as my flesh merged with hers.

Her body gave mine all the pleasures I could have asked for and more as she matched my every movement perfectly. I would have normally thought that I'd not have any endurance with this much stimulation being given to me, but somehow my stamina seemed to be unending as our moans, grunts, and panting filled the air.

I have no idea how long that first encounter went on before I was at the point of no return, but I know that after we had both enjoyed very intense orgasms, we were ready for a drink to give some moisture back to our parched throats. Having such seclusion as my back yard offered, I could go to the house and grab a couple of beers without wasting time putting my clothes on. As I quickly went to retrieve our well deserved refreshments, I soon returned with a beer for each of us in my hand and a thick, king size comforter in my other arm.

Mindy was laying on her belly when I returned. I paused for a moment, enjoying the fabulous sight of her ass exposed to and enticing me.

"I thought this would be nicer for you to lay on if you want to stick around and do some of that sunbathing you mentioned," I said as I sat the beer down and began to unfold the comforter. She turned to look at what I was talking about and quickly got to her feet to help. Her breasts were of good size and surprisingly firm for a woman in her late thirties. Matter of fact, her entire body was like that of a woman in her middle to late twenties. Once we got the comforter spread on the ground, she laid down on her belly again. I could nothing for several seconds except stand there and enjoy her naked sexiness, and my thoughts immediately went to enjoying the soft, sexual pleasure I knew her ass would give me.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a slight giggle in her voice as she looked up at me. She was obviously surprised to see that my cock was quickly gaining rigidity as I enjoyed the visual stimulation of her naked, sexy, and firm body.

"Nothing," I began. "I was just enjoying the view," I confessed as I sat down beside her. She snuggled over against me, resting her head on my lap with her mouth only inches away from my re-energized pole of desire that protruded from my lap.

She took a mouthful of beer and immediately took my cock in her mouth. That was something totally different for me! It was indescribable, the sensation of the cold beer, her soft lips, and warm tongue, all injecting intense pleasure into my body.

I never got the yard work finished that day, but the appreciation I felt for the respect of the Earth my father had instilled upon me was beyond description. After all, if I wouldn't have taken such good care of this little spot of the Earth, this sexual blessing would never have happened.

We had many more encounters over the summer, and yes, Mindy got her all over tan - without tan lines. That was an amazing accomplishment considering how much time she spent in the shadow of my body as we shared all the pleasures that nature holds for those who cherish it as much as we do.



Springtime in the Woods



I love springtime. The weather is changing, getting warmer. The buds come out on the trees and everything bursts into life again. I live in the northeast and while I love the winter, I really love it when it's over. When the weather warms up and everything begins to grow again I just can't get enough of the outdoors. 

Spring is also time to hunt wild turkeys. I have doing this for twenty years now so it's my excuse for heading outdoors. I love the spring hunting season because walking through the woods I get to see everything come alive again. Each plant and tree seems to burst with the most amazing colors when the trees bloom. The spring turkey season weather is usually cool to cold with some warm days thrown in for good measure. For the most part I will walk the woods with my hunting buddy and we won't get too hot at all. We will walk and call then sit and wait. Then we will repeat this until its time to go or a turkey responds and come to our call.

This year was different. First off I could only go four days and the first three we didn't see or hear anything. The last day my buddy couldn't go as he had to work. So I decided that I had to go seeing it was my last day to hunt. You have to know that I hunt in full camouflage clothing. Head to toe with a net over my face. This not only makes it hard for the turkeys to spot me but also keeps bugs out of my face. 

Well my last day was a Wednesday and I awoke as usual at 4:30 am. I got dressed, went downstairs to get some breakfast and headed out the door all before the sun rose. The day before had been warmer than most spring days and this morning began the same way. It was already 80 degrees when I left the house. 

I walked into the woods after a short drive to the place I hunt and I could feel the humidity rising. The hike in doesn't take long, so after fifteen minutes I stop and go walking with some turkey calling in between I got to the spot where I usually began my search for the elusive wild turkey. This place was special because it was a stand of oak trees bordered by tall white pines. 

The oaks produce acorns, which the turkeys fed on, and the pines were the kind of tree they roosted in at night. This day they were nowhere to be found though. I walked and called and did some more as the temperature rose. I could feel it get hotter every hour. I checked my watch and at 8 am it was almost 90 degrees. At 9 am it was close to 95 degrees and humid. 

I was sweating my ass off. Anymore of this and I was going to melt. I decided to go to another part of the woods that I have found turkeys in at times. The walk wasn't too bad. I had to walk down a small ravine that had a small brook running in the middle. It was only thirty yards wide at the top. The walk down was pleasant as the flow of the water actually brought a slight cooling breeze along the course of the brook. The brook got larger as I went further downhill when another source of water joined it.  

The tiny brook was now a small stream between six and ten feet across and only a few inches deep except for a few pools that were deeper. When the small ravine ended it kind of opened onto a small stand of maple trees on the left side as you stand looking downhill. A large pine at the edge with branches as low as ten feet stood guard at the end. On the right spreading out was a field. The grass there was quite long left from the previous fall and the new shoots had yet to overtake the brown stalks. 

I sat down under that white pine. It gave me good shade. I also could look out and see the field to my right and look left and see quite far into the stand of maples. The brook went right by that pine only five a foot away and slightly downhill from the pine tree was the largest pool that I had found in that stream. It was ten feet across and another six feet long. I had stepped into it once so I knew it was only about a foot deep at its deepest. 

The pool was very pretty and I had watched deer drink from it on occasion. I went down to it and washed off my sweat and cooled off before heading back to the tree and some shade as the pool was in direct sunlight and it was HOT. I called a few more times but I never heard anything at all so I just settled in to wait there for a while before deciding what to do. I wasn't leaving the woods so soon, it was my last day and I wanted to at least see or hear a turkey gobble. 

I looked at my watch it was now approaching noon and it was so hot, I found out later it hit one hundred. But it was cooler for me to stay put and at least I could enjoy the beauty of the woods.

Just after noon I heard steps in the dry leaves. If you have ever seen turkeys in the woods you know when they walk you can never tell if they are a turkey or a person at first. 

I concentrated on the direction the sound was coming from and watched intently down hill along the stream. It wasn't long before I saw a young woman come into view walking up the stream towards me. When she got closer I decided just to stay put and not make a sound. I thought she would keep going and I could continue to enjoy the day alone in my thoughts. 

When she was almost to the small pool I recognized her as one of my daughter's friends. She had a small strawberry birthmark on her arm that had lightened over time but was still there. I hadn't seen Alice in almost four years. She had been away at college and had little time to visit my daughter who also was away. The last time I remember seeing her she was a gangling teenager, a bit thin and looking quite young in fact. College had been good for her. She was on the soccer team in high school so I assumed she was also playing at college. 

Her athletic looking physique was accentuated by her breasts, which had grown much larger. She had been very small breasted I do remember but now had filled out nicely. All in all her face was framed by long brunette hair down to her shoulders and she filled out the tight t-shirt and short shorts she was wearing. She was carrying what looked like a beach bag. She stopped in the full sunlight right next to the pool. 

Dropping the bag after removing a beach towel she spread it out on the leaves. I was about to shout out and tell her I was there hunting so I wouldn't scare her when she crossed her hands above her waist and grasped the edges of the t-shirt and pulled it up removing it completely. 

Left wearing only a lace bra and her shorts my voice was gone. I was in shock and awe at this brazen beauty before me. Well she didn't stop there, she reached for the clasp in the front and unsnapped the bra and let it fall on top of the bag. As her breasts fell free I had a perfect view as she was facing more or less in my direction. 

I could see her nipples clearly each pink nipple about the size of a half dollar and her creamy white breasts in sharp contrast to her arms. It seems she had not been sunbathing topless too much as they were pure white. Each breast was the size of a small grapefruit and just as round and perfectly shaped. She didn't stop as she next unbuttoned her pants unzipped the very short zipper and dropped them to the ground, right after that in almost the same motion, her thumbs hooked her g-sting on each side and pulled them down too.

Now completely naked she took two steps into the pool. While standing there she casually brushed the side of her breast down her side to her hip like she was wiping away dirt, only there wasn't any. As she breathed I could see her breasts rise and fall. It was a very beautiful sight to behold and very sensuous. 

I now had a profile view of this nymph as she bent over at the waist to scoop up some water in her hands. The water was just above her ankles and she scooped up a handful and brought it up to her face and let it run down her whole body. Even though it was very hot outside the cool water hitting her nipples caused them to tighten and shrink to size of a quarter as they now pointed and stood out like pencil erasers. 

She repeated this many times before stepping from the water and patting her face dry with the towel. She turned and laid the towel down and sat facing downhill away from me. Her legs straight out and together she leaned back on her hands and surveyed the field beside her. 

I didn't dare move now for fear of being discovered so I sat and watched this beauty just take in the sun. It was a while later that she cooled off again however this time she threw on her shorts and shirt without the underwear and picked up and walked away the same direction she had come from. 

I took my cue and walked out of the woods myself, my day of hunting done. I had captured only the image of this young woman so beautiful in the sunlit grotto in the woods. But it was enough. I will never forget these images. The only time I have seen Alice since is when she and I happened upon each other in the grocery store. It was a few months later and I had a great big smile for her when I said hello.



Springtime in the Woods



It was a particularly sunny Friday lunchtime and we decided to forsake our usual pub lunch and go for a walk instead. We only had an hour so chose a path close to home which on a clear day should allow stunning views of the surrounding countryside. 

We wandered along chatting about nothing in particular, most people were at work or school and there was no one else around. We stopped to admire the view over a farm gate before carrying on into the sparse woods at the top of the hill. As the track bore round to the right we could hear voices ahead, the first other people we'd seen or heard. A man stood to the side of the track with a camera, I assumed he was there to take pictures of the scenery but he faced away into the trees and raised the camera, completely unaware of our presence. As we walked on I looked to see the subject of his photography and was startled to see a young blonde woman leaning back against a tree topless. Her breasts were illuminated by the dappled sunlight as she offered them up to the lens. "That's beautiful Katie," said the photographer busily snapping pictures, "Now put your arms over your head and arch your back. Amazing." 

I glanced over at Mark to see he was as surprised as I was but clearly enjoying the view. I jumped guiltily as I heard a female voice "Looks like we've got an audience Rich."

The photographer lowered his camera and looked round. I started to stammer an apology but he brushed it away. "Oh that's fine, we can hardly complain when we're out here on a public footpath." I was suddenly aware of Katie staring at me, she dropped hers arms and sauntered over and then whispered something in Rich's ear.

He looked at me appraisingly, "Hmm, you have a point. Go on, you ask." 

Katie came over and took my arm, "How would you feel about having your picture taken?" she asked, "Rich has always wanted to take pictures of me with another girl." 

I was taken aback, I'm hardly used to having pictures taken in any state of undress, especially by a perfect stranger. I started to refuse but to my surprise Mark jumped in, "She'd love to," he said, grinning at me and I stared at him, ready to refuse. "Go on," he said, "You know you want to." I have to admit he was right, I was suddenly finding the idea surprisingly appealing. 

"Great!" enthused Rich, "Right, top off and over there with Katie." 

I walked over to where Katie was waiting, casually shedding my top as I went. I turned to face the camera feeling a bit awkward. "OK," said Rich, "let's get started." He began to direct us in a number of poses and I started to relax, feeling the sun warming my breasts. I was also very aware of the admiring gaze of both men. "Bottom half now?" suggested Rich. I was taken aback, for some reason I hadn't thought this would happen and I wasn't sure about being naked in front of complete strangers in the woods. 

I felt a gentle breath on my neck as Katie whispered in my ear "Don't worry, we can keep our knickers on." Katie had already stripped down to a skimpy thong and as I gazed admiringly at her flat stomach and all over tan I threw caution to the wind and slid my jeans down my legs. 

Rich took a few more shots and then lowered the camera and nodded at Katie. She whispered in my ear again "You don't mind if I touch you? Do you?" My heart beat faster as I shook my head, in all honesty I would have refused her nothing at that point.

Katie stepped in close behind me, she wrapped her arms around my waist and bent to kiss my neck. I tipped my head to allow her easier access, aware that Rich was clicking away. I could feel Katie's hard nipples brushing against my back as she first cupped my breasts with both hands and then slid one hand suggestively down my stomach, fingertips stopping just inside my knickers. I couldn't help moaning and I heard her chuckle, "You're enjoying this, aren't you. Come on." 

For the first time I noticed a blanket spread out under the trees, she was leading me over to it. I surrendered to her, following her lead. We knelt down on the blanket, kissing, our breasts rubbing together delightfully. I could hear the camera clicking as she gently lay me down on my back and slid my g string knickers down my legs leaving me totally exposed. She knelt over me, also naked, and bent her head down, touching her tongue to first one nipple and then the other. She licked my breasts and sucked on my nipples and I groaned with pleasure. 

She lay on top of me and I felt her tits against mine, I had entirely forgotten that anyone else was there until I felt a touch on my thigh. Mark! He was kneeling between our legs, caressing Katie's gorgeous arse. Rich was calling out directions, "That's fantastic, carry on girls, Mark! Which one are you going to fuck?" Mark didn't bother answering, I felt his hard cock slide into my dripping cunt, Katie and I both groaned as we felt him grind against us. He built up a rhythm and I almost cried as I felt him pull out but a second later I realised he had plunged into Katie's willing pussy and I could feel him pushing her against me.

He carried on, a few strokes in me, a few in her, building the tension as our bodies pushed together. Katie came first, screaming her release and her bucking hips forced me into orgasm. Mark was close behind, groaning as he filled Katie's cunt with hot cum. I was still coming down as Mark got up and went over to Rich, "Go for your life," he said, taking the camera. Rich needed no more urging, he came over to us, his rock hard cock in hand.

Katie and I knelt up, he clearly deserved some attention. As Mark carried on taking pictures we took it in turns to lick and suck on his cock and balls. It didn't take long, Rich groaned and a copious quantity of cum exploded from his cock covering our faces and tits. The camera carried on clicking as we licked the cum off each other, sucking on nipples and kissing hard and deep.

"Right," said Rich a little shakily, "Do you want to give me an email address so I can send you copies?" The tension broken, we suddenly realised we were in the woods, completely naked and covered in cum. There was a general scramble for clothes. Mark found a pen and scribbled down our email addresses. As we wandered back to the car a red setter passed us and his owners called out a friendly hello, I do wonder if anyone else had walked past earlier, I'm not sure I'd have noticed.



Springtime Lovin'



The spring-time breeze gently creates the constant movement of dancing curtains, parted just enough to let the coolness invade her bedroom, the light from a sunny afternoon slipping through as well, putting her soft pillow-top bed in nature's spotlight. That breeze had earlier dried her freshly washed cotton sheets, now spread out in a fragrant, inviting covering upon this body-contouring table of choice delights.

Taking her pillow encased in the scent of spring, she falls upon the cool bed-top on her tummy, hugging it under her head and in her arms, breathing in deeply. Sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her, I see her smile as I gently rearrange her hair over to one side, providing my fingertips full access to her shoulders, semi-bare under the thin straps holding her long-folded summer-time top in place. I begin to gently knead and work my fingertips into her shoulders, letting my thumbs run up her neck under her soft dark hair. Her eyes close. She works her cheek into the pillow, letting the refreshing relaxation radiate slowly throughout her wonderful, shapely body. A long, soft sigh fills the room, the sound mingling with the gentle breeze, and the far off notes of songbirds busily constructing nests for the imminent laying of pastel eggs to bring forth a new year's crop of hungry little mouths.

Softly, I move one strap aside and lean down, kissing the newly bared skin beneath. I let my nose move to her soft hair, circling within it. 

Sitting back up, my fingertips still working begin their long, slow journey down her back, leaving no spot untouched, finding finally the small of her back. Touching the small bit of soft skin beneath her pastel top and the darker, thicker edge of her jeans, I slowly chance the invasion of my fingertips up and under the closely-ribbed and easily expanding cloth of her top. My slow working ascent up her spine, now feeling the warmth of the lady's skin is welcomed by another soft sigh. Soon enough I find the elastic of the back of her bra impeding my progress... and slipping my fingertips under it, turning them upward, the practice of many years results in a perfect one-handed release of every clasp in one motion. I wait for her response, and am rewarded with a soft moan, intended fully to invite me to continue.

I slip my other hand up under her top, and watch them work under the material, rubbing, circling, over and around each feminine shoulder blade as my fingertips become visable again from under the neck-line of her garment. Withdrawing them, I grasp the bottom hem of her top and tug up enough for her to feel my request, and she responds lifting her tummy enough for me to tug upward, baring her back almost all the way up. Leaning down, I let my lips kiss the small of her lovely back, then follow with small circles with the tip of my tongue. A long, soft, this time unplanned and unrestrained, moan slips from the depths of her body.

The tingles of blood flowing into my manhood create a growing desire, and a heightened boldness in my touch. Sitting up, I slip the fingers of both of my hands under the top of her jeans and tug upward. Again, obediently, expectantly, she moves, raising her bottom enough to slip her hands down, unsnapping and unzipping them under her, and wiggling as I tug them, work them, down, baring the backs of her legs down to the back of her knees, where I let the jeans rest for the moment. My hand touches and rests upon her panty-covered bottom, and my fingers resume the kneading of the lady's flesh, this time each hand devouring a gorgeous cheek of her exquisite ass. Full, round, perfect. Stopping momentarily, I let the full palms of my hand rest motionless upon them. Looking up, I see her body filling deeply with air, and hear the soft, deep, regular sounds of her now-intensifying breathing. Her head is still pillowed, and her eyes closed, but now they are deeply closed, and the little lines at the edges accentuated as she lets her face respond to the growing intensity of her own tingles. Her lips are sucked back between her teeth, and a low, almost growl-like moan, now interrupted only by her breathing.

I feel her bottom move under my touch, requesting silently, almost begging, for my massage to continue. A thought invades my mind. A smile comes to my lips. My fingertips slip under the elastic of her panties, and I tug them firmly down under the curve of her bottom, and leaning down, I softly kiss, first one cheek, then its twin. Sitting up, I rest my palm on the nearest one, bare and warm. A tremble spreads from this epi-center of desire, all her nerves and senses responding to my hand on her gorgeous ass.

Then... in an instant... I lift my hand, and then, in one downward motion bring a flat-handed spanking slap, causing it's wonderfully ample fullness to ripple outward. Her head comes up off of her pillow and a loud, almost shout-like, explitive shoots forth from her mouth, now open and sucking in air noisily. But it is not a shout of anger or rejection. A nerve has been touched that has released energy within her mind, and radiating throughout her now-hot-and-lusting body. I raise my hand, again only inches, not to inflict pain but to intensify her ecstasy. **SMACK**. A full-throated 'Yessssssssssss' explodes from her lovely lips, her head now high above her pillow. I lean back down, and nuzzle the now slightly pink cheek, feeling its warmth against my lips, and kiss it, circling the spot entirely with my tongue, and coloring within the lines of my trail with kisses.

Feeling movement under me, the lady rolls over, and her hands re-adjust her top, tugging it up under her chin, bra and all, baring her full and gorgeous breasts, nipples already hard and raised up. She lifts her bottom in wordless request for my fingertips to help tug her panties fully down, then raising her legs to allow me to tug her jeans and panties down her calves, and with her help, pulling them, kicking them, off her ankles and down to the floor. She opens her legs wide in one motion, and I respond with one hand filling up with a full and shapely breast, her nipple against my palm, my other hand planted between her knees as I turn my own body, and and lift it up, gazing down on her now swollen pussy lips. My head lowers, and her scent fills my senses, the tip of my tongue plowing a deep furrow down her slit, my tongue slipping deep within her silky folds, discovering what I already knew. The lady is soaked, and her nectar is flowing. Her verbal affirmation of my affections are amplified by her head tilting back and her fingertips finding the back of my head, pulling it tightly down betwen her legs as her bottom arches up in thrust-like motion, coaxing, directing, begging my mouth to begin the process of detonating the pent-up charge into an explosion of delight. I'm rewarded by a soaked face and plenty of sweet syrup for my tongue, now working delightfully within the hot and open entrance to her warm and lovely body.

I feel one hand leave my head, and then find the hardness under my own jeans, her palm rubbing up and down. A strong gust of wind pushes the curtains outward. Nature watches, cheering the lovers on. 



Springtime Shopping



I felt I needed to get out of the house for the day. Winter seemed overly long and cold this year driving me to stay indoors. All of that was over now, spring was here, and the sun was calling to me to come enjoy its warmth. I slipped into a light shirt, jeans and runners and stepped out into the warm glow that I had missed for the last 5 months.

I drove down to the trendy shopping district in town. It has lots of eclectic shops and there are always unique items to buy and interesting people to watch. It had been a while since I had been down there and I thought some window shopping in the sunshine was just what I needed. It is near the college and a lot of the younger crowd hangs out here. Being early afternoon there weren't many people on the streets, classes and jobs taking the priority over play. Later it would be packed with an active night life that rises as the sun sets. I slowly made my way down the street, stopping occasionally to slip into a shop and have a closer look.

Down near the end of the block was a lingerie shop that caught my attention. I entered the silk filled store to be greeted by 2 young women working behind the counter. They made the standard salesperson references to helping me but I indicted that I was just looking around for the moment.

As I browsed up and down the aisles I realized it had been a long time since I had purchased anything sexy to wear. As a matter of fact most of my wardrobe was quite boring. I spotted a nightie that I knew my husband would love. As a matter of fact my mind envisioned the ravenous effect it would have on him, playing over in my mind my seduction of him and his willing response.

With this thought in mind I slipped it off the rack and asked the girls at the counter if there was a place I could try it on. They directed me to the back, into an area divided into cubicles by hanging curtains.

I had assumed I was the lone customer in the store but as I was taking off my coat and shoes I heard a noise from the next curtained area and realized someone else was also trying on outfits.

I stripped out of my clothes except for my panties. I slipped the nightie on. I admired my looks in the mirror, the way my body shone through the sheer material that made up most of the nightie, the way my breasts peek-a-booed thru the lacy chest area. I knew it would turn my husband into a beast.

It was then that I heard a sound from the next booth. It sounded like a gasp. I stopped and listened. I could barely make out a faint indistinct sound that I could not place. I moved closer to the curtain and strained to listen again. Then I could hear it, heavy breathing and the faint sound I had heard I knew from experience, a finger in a wet pussy. I stood there shocked, how could somebody do that in such a public place? I could never bring myself to doing 'that' in a public place.

I was going to change back and get out of there when curiosity got the best of me. I moved over to the edge of the curtain and pulled it back just slightly, peeking through the small gap I had made. There she was; I guess about 22 years old, blonde hair cascaded around her pretty face. Her eyes were closed; her top lip overlapped her bottom lip sucking it. Her left hand pinched and pulled on the nipple of her right breast. Her right hand was between her legs, her red thong, the only piece of clothing she had on, was pulled to the side as she slid her first finger in and out of her wet wet pussy generating the gushing sound I had heard.

My instincts told me to leave, let her have her fun alone. I felt embarrassed to be spying on her but I also found myself locked in position, not being able to tear my eyes away. I looked at her body; her full breasts with large areolas and hard nipples that were being teased by her hand. Instead of the darker shade of brown that my nipples were, hers were more pink and the nipples longer. My eyes traveled down to her other hand, sliding in and out, and then flicking across her clit. A small thin strip of hair led down to her puffy lips and sticky hole. A small drip was running out of her down to the crack of her ass. My eyes swept back up to her face as I looked straight into her blue eyes that were staring back at me. I froze, the preverbal deer in the head lights. Only then realizing that my own hand had moved to my breast and I was tweaking my nipple through the nightie top.

She stared at me as she continued to pleasure herself. I had already been caught so I stared back, my hand continuing to pull at my nipples as I felt my own pussy growing wetter. I don't know what had come over me; I had never felt that way about another woman before. I only knew that she looked so sexy as she finger fucked herself.

I was too turned on now to stop. I needed to orgasm. I slipped through the curtains into her change area. I continued to play with my nipples with my left hand as my right traveled down and into my panties. Ooooohhhhh I was wet. I slipped my finger inside and brought it back up moistening my clit. I repeated this, dipping in then flicking my clit, over and over.

We stared at each other each drinking in the actions of the other, driving ourselves towards orgasm. Her actions were getting more frantic. She was urgently thrusting two fingers hard into her pussy. Her head fell back and a large moan escaped her lips as she came, juices flowing out of her.

I continued to play with myself as she slowly regained composure. She got up and moved over to me. She grabbed me by my upper arms and directed me to the bench she had just been sitting on. She got on her knees in front of me and removed my panties. She gently took my hand that had been working my warm wet depths and raised it to her mouth. She softly sucked the juices off my fingers.

She then leaned me back and spread my thighs. Never having been with a woman I did not know what to expect. I held my breath waiting for the touch I so badly needed.

Her tongue gently flicked out across my clit, it felt like an electric shock shooting straight from my pussy, radiating out to all parts of my body. She dipped her tongue inside me and the started to move from my opening to my clit and then back again. She then changed circling and pulling at my outer lips with the occasional nibbling on my clit. I was in heaven. The touches were so intense, greater than I had ever experienced.

My eyes detected a movement and it looked up to see one of the sales girls watching us. My first reaction was one of shock and a need to run and hide, but I was completely under the spell of the moment. I could not stop it if I had wanted, I needed to orgasm and it felt so so good. The sales girl moved her hands to her breasts, plucking at her nipples. She just smiled and continued to watch.

I looked back down to the blonde between my legs. I placed my hand on the back of her head urging her on and making sure she was not going to pull away leaving me unfulfilled. I closed my eyes concentrating on the delicious feelings her tongue was creating.

When I looked back up the second sales girl had joined the first. She was standing behind her undoing the first sales girl's blouse. She exposed her breasts and took over the jobs of caressing her beautiful orbs as she nibbled on her neck, leaving a wet trail from her ear to her collar bone. Both sales girls' eyes were locked on me and the blonde. The first sales girl, her breasts being caressed by the other, moved her hand down under her skit and started fingering herself.

I was getting close now. Being eaten by one girl as two others watch was more than I had ever imagined in my wildest fantasies. My eyes were locked on the two sales girls as I went over the edge, convulsing from a massive orgasm. It continued with several smaller orgasms coming one after the other. As my orgasms finally subsided, I leaned back fully spent from the experience.

When I opened my eyes the sales girls were gone and the blonde was getting dressed. I could not move, it was if every muscle in my body was made of Jell-O.

When the blonde finished getting dressed she came over and kissed me on the lips, I could taste myself on her. She then just turned and left. Slipping out of my life as quickly as she had entered it.

When some of my energy returned, I managed to regain my feet and move back to my own stall. I got dressed and hurried for the door avoiding the gaze of the sales girls. I'm sure I was as red as a fire truck as I passed by them. I never even bought the nightie as I just too embarrassed to face them.

What a day, what a memory. Maybe someday I will get up the nerve to go back there. 



Springtime Surprise



This is an absolutely true story. Only the details, not the basic facts, are embellished to enhance your enjoyment. In the spring of 1981, my wife and I were working in the yard. The black locust trees were in bloom. They were perfuming the entire neighborhood. Our yard had several of the fragrant trees and it made our tasks more enjoyable. As I mowed the lawn in the front yard, Kathryn tended the flowerbeds in back. 

The young, blond girlfriend of my friend, Jim, pulled up in her car. Betty, closed her car door came over to talk, as I killed the motor on the mower. After our greetings, she looked around pensively said, "Look, I went over to Jim's today to, well, you know..." and she gave me a wistful smile.

"I'll bet you had fun," I said, envying Jim and trying to avoid staring at her 38 D chest.

"But, he said he was too tired. He's had a rough week and said he just wasn't up for it." A grin at her pun crossed her face, but her longing look returned. "I was pretty disappointed. He finally said there was nothing he could do and suggested I come over here. He said you two are always horny. I guess he wouldn't be hurt, if you and Kathryn got together with me. Look, I know this is weird. But, I've been looking forward to being with him all week. The four of us have been together before... in bed. I know we three would have fun. If you're available, of course." 

Now, what she said was true. Kathryn and I had been in bed with Jim and Betty before. Jim was a tall, handsome, college professor and Betty was a beautiful, sexually active, college student. We had smoked grass together, hot tubbed together, and taken pornographic, instant pictures, together. However, I'd never had a horny woman drive up and suggest a sexual tryst.

I sputtered "Well, Betty why don't you come on in and have a beer? I'll check with Kathryn."

My wife had been working in the back yard and had not heard the offer. I escorted Betty inside, sat her in the kitchen and opened a beer for her. Then, I went to see my wife. After explaining the events of the past few minutes, I was now quite willing to defer the yard work until later. In fact, I was downright excited. Betty was a fox and eager. My wife's response was considerably different, however. 

"Look, John," she said, squinting in the sun. "I'm just getting started here and this is a day I have planned for yard work, not screwing. I'm sympathetic," she continued "but, I'm really not in the mood, either," referring to my friend who declined Betty's favors earlier. 

I did not want to appear to be completely controlled by my penis, but wanted to get inside to "help" Betty. Confusion must have been apparent on my face. She looked at me intently. "If you want to be with her so badly, I don't care. Go on. If I finish early and you guys aren't done, I'll come in and play too. But, right now, all I want, is to get back to work. I guess your lawn mowing will wait, " she grinned.

When I arrived back in the kitchen, Betty was looking anxiously out the window at Kathryn.  "What did she say? Is she coming?" asked our young friend. "She said to get started," I replied as I turned her toward me and kissed her. Betty's tongue snaked into my mouth as she put both arms around my neck. She was breathing deeply and I sensed that being made to wait had heightened her desire. "Oh God," she said, "I am so hot...I want to suck you so badly!"

I led the gasping young woman deeper into the house. We went to our bedroom and I turned to kiss her, again. She put her hand on the front of my jeans. Feeling my hard cock, she said, "Oh, let me see this". Betty got down on her knees and adeptly used her slender fingers to unbutton my jeans and unzip my fly. She reached into my briefs from the top and pulled out my 8" penis. As I looked down at the top of her head, she licked the tip of my moistened rod and raised her eyes to me. Then, she took my right hand and put it on her breast. Her light sweater was a V-neck. I slid my hand in between her bra and silky skin. She visibly trembled. 

Now this response was new to me. I was young and had never had a woman tremble under my touch. I realized that Betty was completely under my control. Anything I wanted from her would be mine...blowjob, intercourse, anal, and yes, even bondage.  She was flushed and gasping. There was a sheen on her face as she sucked me deeply into her throat.

"Let me put my cock between your tits," I croaked. I wanted to smoke some grass and make this moment last all day. Marijuana makes me perpetually erect and tends to retard my orgasms...I last longer and the sensations are more intense. This was during our pot smoking days and I kept a pipe beside our bed. Betty and I each took a hit.

She crossed her arms and pulled her sweater over her head. She stepped out of her shorts and kneeled again, as I sat on the bed. Betty reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her breasts were enormous, engorged by excitement, so flushed... she looked sunburned. Betty's nipples were a full inch long. She cupped the ends of her boobs, as the whole flesh was much larger than her hand. 

She lightly pinched her nipples and said, "Will you let me suck you again....please...I love that huge cock..." and she grasped my stalk low, so that several inches would still fit in her mouth. I nodded and began to rub her tits, against my knees, with my hands.

Soon, I needed relief...oral sex is not the way I like to climax...I am a pussy guy...or I like to come on a woman's breasts. Betty would accept whatever I wanted and more. In fact, it was becoming apparent that I would be ready to shoot long before Betty had finished. I pushed her away and said, "Show me how you masturbate".

Betty lay on her tummy and humped her hand...within 30 seconds she was loudly moaning, tensing, bucking and finally yelped her orgasm. She lay quiet for a moment and rolled on her back. "Thanks" she said, "I was getting frantic." Then, reached for my cock and said, "Now, I'm ready for the main event." I grinned and offered her the pipe. As I lit it for her, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. My wife was peering around the corner...just an eye and a bit of hair. 

Betty was completely focused on the pot and my cock. She pushed me over on my back and said, "Let me do the work." I found the notion of having my wife voyeuring me to be very exciting. I knew Betty's body excited Kathryn. We had discussed her many times in bed and usually Kathryn had orgasms as she described Betty's breasts. Kathryn had A cup boobs. Betty's breasts were soft, but not floppy. She was young, full-breasted, and eager for touching by men or women. Betty loved to be touched and Kathryn wanted to do it.

Our guest inserted me into her pussy and moaned. As she rode up and down, her pussy juice flowed down my stalk and the room began to smell of freshly fucked woman. Kathryn was at the doorway and out of Betty's view. Betty bounced up and down on my pot-enhanced penis. She was yelping on the down stroke and beginning to pant. Sweat made her cheeks and shoulders glisten. There were no words now...only the creaking of the bed and our gasps. Kathryn was quickly removing her clothes. She had her hand on her cunt and was furiously rubbing it. Her nipples stuck out like thimbles. She was hot and sensed that the people on the bed were out of control. 

Finally, she could last no longer. She said, " I was hoping to find this!" Betty turned and saw a naked, obviously excited Kathryn. 

Betty extended her hand and said "God, come fuck me." Kathryn climbed on the bed and got behind Betty. She reached under Betty's arms and cupped her tits. 

Kathryn said, "I wish these were mine, but this is the next best thing." Then, she squeezed and Betty went into an eye-rolling, shuddering, orgasm. As Betty came, I couldn't help myself. I squirted into Betty, as Kathryn climaxed by rubbing her pussy against Betty's back...in the mutual climax of a springtime surprise.