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Tell Me No

By: merideth



Tell me no.

Tell me You are on Your way here, that i must be ready for anything. Tell me to wear my hair up, so You can pull it from its pins; my skirt must be full, so breezes will blow away my modesty. Choose light colors so the forecasted rain clouds that are storming overhead will surely soak through my gossamer dress and reveal the lack of appropriate attire. Bring nothing, as my needs and wants and desires and fears will be met before sunrise. Command my terror and I will deliver it to You, willingly.

After You arrive, be appreciative but firm, a kiss on the cheek to let me know You are pleased my slight frame in a pale cream dress. Nod abstractly at the blond wisps of hair already escaping their bonds – ready. Frown slightly at my more practical footwear – rain is no reason not to wear sandals. Suggest i change. (i will, of course.) 

We will get into the waiting taxi and You will lean into to whisper some secret delight awaiting us, only to laugh softly at my eagerness to know my future. You tell the driver an address i don't know, and lean back – suddenly very absorbed with Your Palm. i will wait, knowing to be good, but sit slightly closer to You as the minutes pass. 

Suddenly we are here – wherever that is, and after paying, You take my hand and we walk in the warm summer rain, which relaxes us both. We will stop before a large brownstone and ring the bell, and You will turn and say 'now remember, be a good girl' and reach out and clip a thin chain to the necklace I have on always, … always ready. We will enter.

Tell me to kneel, tell me to crawl and not worry about leaving raindrops on the oriental carpets. Tell me to stay, and wait; place a kiss on my head and leave me alone in the antechamber kneeling up, slightly shivering, arms behind my back, knees apart – dripping slightly from the rain. Walk away to the party i can hear in the far rooms.

Tell them to come and they will, young nymphs already naked, brunettes with long eyelashes who will smile at me and help me strip to nothing, brush my damp hair. You will tell them to get me ready for You and Your friends. And they will; they will pull on my nipples until they are tight nubs that ache with the slightest touch. They will lick slowly down my spine until they come to my cheeks – they will push me to all fours and continue – licking and prodding until i relax enough for them to kiss me there and open my rosebud to their attentions. They will check to make sure that their favors are rewarded by my laboured breathing and my slick entrances and pull me by my chain to the group in the further rooms. 

Tell me You will come and claim my leash from the girls and kiss my lips softly. Tell me You will lean in close and whisper - this time telling me that i will be ravaged, taken, and made to exude joy. i will shudder, and hope.

You will lead me to a seating area where other men like Yourself are reposing – You will offer me a sip of wine from Your glass as i kneel up beside You. While i savour its woodsy base, You will begin toying with my very sensitive nipples. The others will laugh and at my small gasps, and some will wander off to find their own playmates. But others will stay and watch You. They will watch You attach delicate chains from my collar and fasten them to clips on my nipples that are fitted with small weights shaped like teardrops. i will sit very still. You will wrap silk around my eyes. And then you will wait, discussing stock tips with day traders while the initial dagger pinches become aching, focused lines of heat that send flames through my sex. 

You will sense my need, but only point it out to the men you are chatting with. They will suggest attaching the chain linking my nipples to the appropriate bolt in the ceiling. They suggest attaching straps to my ankles and attaching these to other bolts hidden in the thick plush carpets. You will acquiesce, and then slide long gloves onto my arms, and use their laces to attach behind my neck. You will pat my cheek and declare me beautiful. 

You will leave me there as scenery for a while – letting me feel my openness, adjust to my bonds. Anticipate. i would drift for a while then come to when i receive the first blow. Thwack – there is a - thwack – rhythm to the –thwack – paddling i receive. I count twenty before it stops and hear my breathing more ragged, my ass on fire. my tears haven't started yet, though. Hands will hook my crossed arms overhead and i will feel fingers brush my new welts, tracing the crisscrossing pattern.

There will be no warning. Crash through my body will come the first flail of the flogger, this time no pattern, this time it is everywhere. i won't find escape this time, and knowing this starts my tears. You will have wanted me to feel the full spectrum tonight – and You know that for me, pain will make the sweetness more pure. You will let it continue until i am gasping. It will stop, and again the hands will caress, soothing away the tension in my muscles, easing lavender oils into my skin. I will be allowed respite. 

You will offer me more sips of wine. You will tell me how very strong i've been. You will release my legs from their bindings, my arms from their hook. My nipples will find agonizing relief at their freeing. You will be very gentle as you ease me down to the rugs and reattach me prone to the floor. You will be back, you say, and make sure i'm comfortable. 

Girl's hands will wake me from my drowsy state, more oil and massage, more prodding and easing until i feel a nudge against my rectum and a vibrating push until i am filled with the thrumming. My ears will be kissed, licked. A small tongue darting from the edge of my ear to then graze lightly inside. Then that same tongue will delve lower, and kiss my outer labia, then dart inside to taste my coming pleasure. I will hear my breaths coming ragged then, close to release, only to be extinguished as suddenly, the attentions depart. Even this bittersweet pain is close to joy. 

You will announce you have returned. You will release my legs, and attach a spreader bar so I am wide for You on all fours. Patting my vibrating anus, you will suddenly spear into me, bringing me instantly to the edge of orgasm. Others are returning to the room, and one man will kneel before me. Tell me to suck him, and i do, while he twists my aching nipples. I am close, but I need you to approve. Tell me to cum. Tell me to cum – oh, and I do, as you push from behind, and release, as the man in my mouth releases, too. I am vanquished, my body one pulsing, heated embodiment of happiness. Tell me there is more.

Don't tell me no. 

Tell Me Something BDSM Related



9:16:31 PM- Armitage: Tell me something BDSM related

9:17:04 PM- Sylibus: Brain Doctors Study Medicine

9:17:10 PM- Armitage: You dope

9:17:14 PM- Sylibus: :D

9:17:40 PM- Sylibus: OK....................

9:17:58 PM- Sylibus: It is a warm moonlit night

9:18:21 PM- Sylibus: Just outside a secluded cabin near a wide river

9:18:44 PM- Armitage: ;)

9:19:32 PM- Sylibus: You still wear your bikini from having spent the day swimming and tanning

9:20:13 PM- Sylibus: Blindfolded, with your wrists secured by metal handcuffs behind your back, I grip your upper arm and lead you along

9:20:17 PM- Sylibus: Across the grass

9:20:31 PM- Sylibus: The tall blades tickling your bare feet

9:20:46 PM- Sylibus: You can tell that I am leading you toward the river, but nothing more

9:20:49 PM- Armitage: ;)

9:21:00 PM- Armitage: If you try to drown me in the river, I'll be very upset

9:21:01 PM- Armitage: hahaha

9:21:23 PM- Sylibus: But before we reach the river, I stop you

9:21:41 PM- Sylibus: A few moments later, your wrists are freed of the metal

9:22:03 PM- Sylibus: And you take the opportunity to rub your wrists where the metal had been pressed against your skin

9:22:19 PM- Sylibus: While you hear me working with chains nearby

9:22:52 PM- Sylibus: A few moments later, I take your hand and lead you to your right, then position you and carefully nudge you backward

9:23:05 PM- Sylibus: until you are backed against a tree

9:23:19 PM- Sylibus: the bark rough against your unprotected flesh

9:23:39 PM- Armitage: :)

9:23:42 PM- Sylibus: and you can practically hear my smile at your soft gasp of surprise

9:24:45 PM- Sylibus: One hand to your chest, I hold you against the tree as I reach for something else - and the "something else" is soon revealed as I use both hands to place a cuff around your left wrist

9:25:12 PM- Sylibus: the fur lining sensual, the cuff snug as it is buckled closed

9:25:29 PM- Armitage: :)

9:25:34 PM- Sylibus: Then the other wrist is similarly captured and secured

9:26:04 PM- Sylibus: Slowly, each arm is lifted in turn as you hear me doing something with chain

9:26:43 PM- Sylibus: until ultimately your arms are stretched above you, leaving your front completely vulnerable to my whims

9:26:54 PM- Sylibus: to whatever pleasure or pain I choose to bestow upon you

9:27:23 PM- Sylibus: You tug at the cuffs, but you do not have much slack

9:28:59 PM- Sylibus: I kiss you briefly, sucking for just a moment on your lower lip, before moving away

9:29:13 PM- Sylibus: But a few moments later, you hear more chain rattling

9:29:25 PM- Sylibus: its clinking sound unmistakable

9:30:02 PM- Sylibus: And its use becomes quickly apparent as I begin to wrap it around your middle, securing you to the tree

9:31:02 PM- Sylibus: And at the end, you hear the unmistakable CLICK of a padlock being closed, presumably to lock you to the tall tree

9:31:28 PM- Armitage: :)

9:31:39 PM- Sylibus: You struggle a little, primarily to test the restraints, and find that you definitely will not be going anywhere of your own accord anytime soon

9:32:26 PM- Sylibus: Eventually, you sigh and try to relax against the rough bark, trying to envision what I am about to do to you. 

9:32:46 PM- Sylibus: Any guesses? 

9:33:09 PM- Armitage: :)

9:33:23 PM- Armitage: You're probably going to tease me with a nipple clamp or two

9:33:24 PM- Armitage: or clothespins

9:33:28 PM- Armitage: or some kind of sensation play

9:33:43 PM- Sylibus: Why do you think that? 

9:35:11 PM- Armitage: Because I'd like that

9:35:12 PM- Armitage: hahaha

9:35:12 PM- Armitage: ;)

9:35:15 PM- Armitage: Isn't that a good reason?

9:35:36 PM- Sylibus: Perhaps ;) 

9:35:41 PM- Armitage: LOL

9:35:42 PM- Sylibus: Although I actually had something else in mind

9:35:44 PM- Armitage: perhaps it's a good reason

9:35:47 PM- Armitage: What did you have in mind?

9:37:27 PM- Sylibus: The first sign that I have returned is when you feel the deluge of cold river water thrown upon you, as if from a large bucket

9:37:50 PM- Sylibus: Instantly, you scream from the cold and the surprise, your voice probably carrying far in the night

9:38:07 PM- Sylibus: No longer do you struggle to test your bonds - you struggle for real

9:38:07 PM- Armitage: I knew that

9:38:08 PM- Armitage: Bummer

9:38:13 PM- Sylibus: ;)

9:38:14 PM- Armitage: I thought it but didn't say it

9:38:15 PM- Armitage: haha

9:38:38 PM- Sylibus: Then the first strike befalls your chest

9:38:45 PM- Sylibus: Something thin and rough

9:38:51 PM- Sylibus: Taking you quite by surprise

9:39:02 PM- Sylibus: Causing you to cry out again

9:39:03 PM- Armitage: :-O

9:39:11 PM- Armitage: Master's feeling a little mean tonight

9:39:41 PM- Sylibus: The second strike is slightly higher upon your breasts

9:39:58 PM- Sylibus: And by the third strike, you think you know what it is: a thin fallen branch

9:40:05 PM- Sylibus: Traditionally called a switch

9:40:15 PM- Sylibus: The stinging is intense

9:40:27 PM- Sylibus: Made a bit worse by the cold water

9:40:59 PM- Sylibus: Then intensifying even more when the next strike lands directly upon a nipple

9:41:09 PM- Armitage: :-O

9:41:30 PM- Sylibus: You fight your bonds, but you cannot escape.

9:42:05 PM- Sylibus: You cry out into the night, even though you cringe silently in those precious milliseconds between hearing the switch start to split the air and the moment of impact with your feminie swells

9:42:46 PM- Sylibus: Your legs are free, so your feet instinctively shuffle about from the fight-or-flight instinct

9:43:08 PM- Sylibus: Yet the pause between strikes lessens

9:43:26 PM- Sylibus: The strikes to a nipple being the worst

9:43:48 PM- Sylibus: Until suddenly, you feel me practically upon you

9:44:18 PM- Sylibus: My hands groping your breasts roughly, reigniting the pain from the switch as I swallow your cries

9:44:41 PM- Sylibus: Pressing myself against you to press you further against the rough bark of the tree

9:44:56 PM- Armitage: ...

9:45:40 PM- Sylibus: But in time, I back away, leaving you "alone" to digest the events which have just taken place

9:45:49 PM- Sylibus: To calm once more

9:46:26 PM- Sylibus: And just when you think I had perhaps gone for good and left you chained to a tree, you feel my touch upon your inner thigh

9:46:51 PM- Sylibus: You instinctively part your legs as much as you can

9:47:09 PM- Sylibus: and I caress you and lick you and nibble you, slowly moving up your right thigh

9:47:31 PM- Sylibus: Ultimately kissing your lower lips through your bikini panty

9:47:48 PM- Armitage: Master certainly switches modes quickly

9:48:33 PM- Sylibus: For a long time, I simply kiss you or lick you through the thin material

9:48:53 PM- Sylibus: making no move to move it aside and touch you directly upon your sex

9:49:58 PM- Sylibus: Without warning, my hands both shoot up your torso and roughly grab your breasts again, reminding you of the pain inflicted upon you earlier

9:50:30 PM- Sylibus: As you writhe, I continue to kiss you through the thin garment

9:51:06 PM- Sylibus: I pull at your nipples, hardening them even more and making you moan and squirm

9:51:57 PM- Sylibus: When I feel you are finally wet enough, I back away, but soon you feel the crotch being nudged aside

9:52:06 PM- Armitage: **whimpers**

9:52:07 PM- Armitage: :)

9:52:35 PM- Sylibus: and a cool, thick, lengthy object is slowly inserted

9:52:48 PM- Sylibus: The crotch put back in place to help hold it inside you

9:53:08 PM- Sylibus: And I leave you alone once more

9:53:11 PM- Armitage: cucumber?

9:53:11 PM- Armitage: LOL

9:53:15 PM- Armitage: "cool, thick, lengthy"

9:53:28 PM- Sylibus: Just you and the tree with the river flowing past just a few yards away

9:53:53 PM- Armitage: **writehs**

9:54:29 PM- Sylibus: Feeling something filling you adds some excitement to the scene, but you know there must be a "catch" of some sort

9:54:39 PM- Sylibus: Especially since you cannot see me or hear me

9:54:57 PM- Sylibus: So, what do you think is inside you? 

9:55:35 PM- Armitage: a cucumber

9:55:35 PM- Armitage: hehe

9:55:37 PM- Armitage: ;)

9:55:54 PM- Sylibus: Why do you think that? 

9:55:58 PM- Armitage: I said that already

9:55:59 PM- Armitage: haha

9:56:04 PM- Armitage: "cool, thick, lengthy"

9:56:11 PM- Armitage: That could easily describe a cucumber

9:56:11 PM- Armitage: LOL

9:56:12 PM- Armitage: ;)

9:57:07 PM- Sylibus: You gasp loudly in surprise as suddenly the object inside you buzzes to life

9:57:39 PM- Armitage: I guess it can't be a cucumber then

9:57:42 PM- Sylibus: Not feeling any wires protruding from you, it is apparently a remote-control vibrator

9:58:23 PM- Sylibus: And then you feel me against you

9:58:39 PM- Sylibus: My weight again pressing you against the rough bark

9:58:45 PM- Sylibus: My lips seeking yours

9:58:52 PM- Sylibus: My hands in your hair

9:59:10 PM- Armitage: :)

10:00:05 PM- Sylibus: Yet soon I step away

10:00:24 PM- Sylibus: leaving you bound to a tree with a remote-control vibrator churning merrily inside you

10:00:32 PM- Armitage: churning merrily

10:00:34 PM- Armitage: I like that phrase

10:01:16 PM- Sylibus: I don't return for a long, long time, but you instinctively know I am nearby watching you, listening to you, enjoying your unintended performance

10:01:29 PM- Armitage: :)

10:02:01 PM- Sylibus: Is that what you had in mind for a story? 

10:02:04 PM- Sylibus: ;) 

10:02:39 PM- Armitage: Not necessarily

10:02:41 PM- Armitage: LOL

10:02:50 PM- Armitage: It's interesting because in some ways we have very different tastes ;)

10:02:55 PM- Armitage: But it's interesting

10:03:08 PM- Sylibus: What were you anticipating? 

10:04:20 PM- Armitage:?

10:04:34 PM- Armitage: I wasn't really

10:04:57 PM- Armitage: I mean, I don't expect you to have the same things in your head that I may have in my head

10:05:01 PM- Armitage: so it's interesting to see what you say

10:06:02 PM- Sylibus: Oh, and by the way, you do get released from the tree sometime before dawn ;) 

10:06:39 PM- Armitage: LOL



Tell Me What I Want



"You know what I want." Laura said, seated in her office chair, her eyes exploring me from head to toe as I stood beside her, within touch.

"Yes," I replied. I knew what she wanted. I also knew that she would not say the words. 

"What do I want?" she asked, her voice thick and husky.

"You want me…….," I chose my words slowly. "….undressed, at your disposal." I answered softly, enjoying the game.

"And what is it that I wish to do?" she questioned, as if a teacher talking to her student. Her hand reached out to caress my leg through the soft material of my skirt.

"To begin with…or in the end?" I asked clarifying the question.

"Mmmmm, in your end. I do like the sound of that." she said as she ran her hand upwards, caressing that crease between the cheeks of my buttocks through the fabric. "But we'll get to that, in time. Tell me what I want from you now, Anne." 

"First, you'll want me to unbutton my blouse," I said, my hands moving to the buttons as I spoke, teasing her as I unbutton the first one slowly, moving on to another. "Then you'll want me to remove my bra…," I stated softly as I unbuttoned the last button on my blouse and slipped it off of my shoulders, leaving her side for a moment to drape it over a nearby chair. "….so that you can play with my breasts," I explained to her as I reached back to unsnap the hooks of my bra. I spoke softly, quite aware of being in her office, with her secretary just outside of her office door. Shrugging the soft material from my shoulders I placed it on the chair, as well. Now nude from the waist up, I walked back to her side. 

"Breasts?" she repeated, cocking her head up at me, eyebrows raised. "What is the correct name for what I really want from you, Anne?"

"Titties." I corrected myself, blushing red as the word past my lips. A gutter word, I considered it and she knew it. But she thrilled to hear such words from me. She also knew I enjoyed being discreetly ‘forced' to say and do things I would normally never be caught doing or saying. "You want my titties." 

"What do I want to do with them?" she asked, her fingers reaching up to find one of my nipples even as she said the words. Slowly, she rolled the nipple taut between her fingers and thumb, leaving it only when she had rolled it past the point of pain and had it standing at attention for her. Her fingers trailed across one tingling breast and moved to my other nipple. She rolled and pinched it until it, too, was as hard as she wanted it. . 

"What you want depends on your mood." I said. And knowing that in our little ‘game', it was expected of me, I reached back and slipped open the buttons of my skirt, stepping out of it, along with the half-slip I wore beneath my skirt. Walking over, I draped them both over the arm of the chair I had draped my blouse on. Meeting and holding her gaze, I made quick work of the nylon hose I wore. 

Returning to her side now clothed only in panties, I continued, "Sometimes you want only to caress and kiss them. Other times, you desire sucking them, pinching them, squeezing them. And then there are times you just want to milk them as if they were cow teats, to subjugate me and put me in my place." I said, watching the expressions on her face change from desire, to pure lust, to surprise and then to pure satisfaction at my last statement. "You like me rub my titties all over you, too. But you always want them available to you when we are alone." I smiled, feeling the sensual naughtiness she was so good at making me feel. "You want complete and open access to explore any and every part of me, any time you wish, in any way you wish to, when we are in private."

Back at her side, I waited for her to unburden me of my panties, thereby giving her unfettered access to all parts of me. Laura made no move to do any such thing. Instead, her fingers took pleasure in pressing the material into my folds. "I can feel how wet you are through the material. Open up, darlin'." she said as I felt her fingers slide into the leg openings, gathering the material to the center. As she pulled upward, the material was effectively pulled into my thick outer lips and tightly against my clit. This served only to create a friction that intensified the throb that had been slowly building since I had closed and locked her office door. "Oh, God, Anne…." Laura said breathlessly, "those pouty lips just sucked the fabric up. You look so hot swallowing your panties like this." she said, admiring her handiwork. Jerking up on the material just enough to pull it taut, she asked, "Does that feel good? The material diddles just the right spot, I bet?" With the fingers of her other hand, she spread my lips wide and made sure that as much material as was possible was buried between them. As one hand ‘see-sawed' the material deep into the crevice of me, I was going crazy from the sensation the material was creating on my clit. "Aaaah, yes," she purred appreciatively, "I can see you really like that….being frigged with your own panties." Amazing, the things this woman did to me that simply swept me away. She quickly fell into a rhythm of short jerks, pushing my body to the threshold. I yearned desperately to fall over the edge. Sensing this, Laura stopped the ‘see-saw'.

"Arrrrgh." involuntarily came from my lips as frustration washed over me.

"What's the matter?" Laura asked, as a mother would talk to her child. "Does baby want more?" she questioned, her fingers caressing and tickling the down cover of my pubis. Before I could respond to her questions, I felt a finger slide deftly between my lips, searching for passage into the dewy ingress that she was more than a little responsible for. Obstructed because the material served as a barricade, her finger insistently pressed upward from her position, deeper into me ….forcing the thin material in with her finger, as if it were a prophylactic. The feeling was uncomfortable yet not unenjoyable. A quick pained expression must have crossed my face. "More doesn't feel good?" she asked smiling that wicked smile as she pressed a second finger in, pushing with it more fabric inside of me. 

My body was in a state of confusion, dangling between uncomfortable and enjoyable, but I dared not give her any inkling as to the scenario playing out in my head. This would be a ‘new' method of subtle torture for me. As her smile broaden, I realized she already knew what I was thinking.. "Take them off and hand them to me." she said, and withdrew her fingers from my folds as she sat back in her chair. 

I could see the wheels turning as I carefully disengaged the material embedded in me and slid the material down over my hips and legs. Stepping out of my panties, I could see they were soaked in certain spots as I handed them to Laura. She wadded them up in a ball, keeping them in her lap as her other hand roamed my body freely, maintaining temporary ownership, as she sat fully clothed beside me.

"Where were you…….oh, yes….explain, specifically, what ‘any and every part' is." Laura said as her hand swept up the back of my calf, to my thigh. Her hand moved inward and upward from the back of my thigh, to play and explore. A soft moan escaped my lips as her finger tips tickled the "V" that was my outer hood, then slid easily into the folds of wetness.

I answered breathlessly as her fingers took liberties in my now uncovered delta. "M-m-m-y-y pussy, my ass, my mouth, my titties…..." I managed to stutter the answer.

Her fingers moved knowingly; familiar and certain in the knowledge of finding what they sought. Seeking entrance beyond the walls of my hooded entrance, they moved in between my lips, finding ample evidence of my arousal. "That's not the only name we have for this succulent part of you …." her finger teasing me. "Tell me…."

"My cunt….my twat…my snatch." gutter words easily flowing over my lips as I opened myself to her proprietary digits.

"Hearing your educated mouth say such words really does something to me, Anne." she stated, not wanting a reply. "Your body betrays just how much you enjoy my control of you." She said as she pressed a finger hard against my clit without warning. I inhaled deeply, enjoying this game of giving her what she wanted, when in reality she was giving me exactly what I desired. Wanting nothing more than to just stand here and allow her full reign over me with her fingers. We were both selfish with our needs and wants of each other, but selfless in making sure the other was satisfied. I belonged to her for the moment. 

She lessened the pressure on my clit and used the padding of her middle finger to play in my overly wet opening. The ‘sloshing' and ‘suction' sounds were loud in her quiet office. For a moment I feared her secretary might hear and come in to investigate the noise. "Like that?" she asked . With her face turned up to me, the look on her face was a dreamy one, as I was sure the look on my face was. She continued to make the sounds for her own pleasure…..enjoying the sloshing of her finger in my pussy.

"Yes." I said, my eyes never leaving the gray/blue of her's.

"I love to hear the sounds of your sweet little cunt." she said, her fingers never missing a beat of the rhythm they were ensconced in. "Tell me, Anne, do you cream yourself when you think of me taking you like this? Owning you like this? You enjoy being my slut, don't you? Doing every thing I tell you to do…..don't you? You like the nasty little things I do with your body…." She stated, rather than asked, but I nodded my head in affirmation. "You don't have to answer….your body does it for you….here," she said, reaching up to tweak my nipples, "and here." reaching down to ‘slosh' the opening of my pussy again and laughing when she achieved the wanted result. "My little slut's snatch is overflowing, isn't it? What am I going to do with such over abundance? You're so slippery right now I could probably slip my hand in, if I wanted." she mused, searching my face for a response. I did not let her down. The fright I felt at such a statement was not feigned. "Oh , come now, Anne….you have an over flowing fountain, darling. I'm sure I could slide my hand deep into such a sloppy wet hole." she said, holding up her hand up between us, as if to emphasize the ease with which she could accomplish it. "Don't you?" she asked rhetorically, her eyes catching and holding my gaze as I felt what I thought to be her hand return to my folds. "Open up and let's see….."

My breath caught in my chest as the prospect of what she wanted sunk in, yet as I stood there, I opened my stance to permit better access, allowing her what she wanted. "That's my girl. Let me into that sloppy cunt of your's." she said . I felt something thicker than a finger being pushed into me. Breaking our gaze, I looked downward to ascertain what was what she had. Her fingers under my chin directed my gaze back to her's. "Look at me, Anne. You know at this moment, this is my pussy," said with quiet confidence. Her palm cupped me, covering what belong to her to articulate her point, "... and I will do what I want with it.....and right now what I want to do is find out just how well lubricated my little cunt is…." she smiled, her facing showing effort as she continued to push the thick, short, yet seemly porous, object into me. I felt suddenly, and quite unexplainedly, dry. The ‘over flowing fountain' of my pussy now felt increasingly arid. As my gaze continued to hold her's, the light bulb suddenly went off in my head….in my fleeting glance downward my panties were no longer on her lap.

"Come my little slut…." she said, pushing back from her desk, her fingers never leaving me. "Put a leg on each side of me, straddle my knees facing me and lean over." Her fingers, now semi-permanent residents of my pussy, stay in me as I straddled her in the office chair. "Now give me those luscious titties while I take care of that sopping cunt of your's." she whispered. I leaned over her as instructed, my breasts swaying in her face as she leaned back comfortably in her chair, she worked unceasingly to dry up my sloppy pussy as she fucked me with my own panties. The look on her face was that of a child waiting for promised candy. "Tell me…."

"Milk my titties, love." I said, knowing the words she wanted to hear as I pushed my breasts into her face. "You know what I need, Laura. Give it to me. Make me beg until I can't take anymore. Please, Laura, …..!" I begged, wanting, almost needing the fine line between pleasure and pain. "Show me who's boss and make it hurt so good, please." 

She smiled up at me as her index finger and thumb moved to grasp the nub that was my clit and began to pull on it, rolling it gently but firmly, as her mouth opened and she sucked in one of my nipples and as much of the breast as she could get into her mouth.. With her other hand she began to roll my other nipple in her fingers….. pulling downward on it, milking me as she so enjoyed. She began sucking the ample mouthful of flesh, biting as she sucked. I was caught in a state of purgatory…… between pleasure and pain…. so close to orgasm and yet so far from it. She knew exactly what she was doing to me….she loved possessing my body and keeping me on the edge of orgasm. As one hand milked my tit, the other milked my clit and her mouth gnawed on my other breast. 

Taking her hand away from my clit, she pulled my mouth down onto her's into a kiss. Pressing her formerly cum soaked fingers between our lips as she did so, I willingly licked every drop of hunny from her fingers. She broke the kiss and switched sides….he mouth latching on to my nipple, as one hand moved down to pull on my clit, and the other hand began milking the nipple that she had chewed just minutes before. 

Her fingers played at the opening of my pussy, teasingly pulling the material out of me a little at a time until I was entirely empty of panties. I felt open and dry as her fingers continued to play. That feeling was short lived, due to her masterful fingers. My fountain was flowing full force again in seconds. Wetting her fingers, she moistened my clit and continued her assault on the now sensitive nub. She never let her fingers travel deeper than was necessary to keep me at the edge of orgasm. She was a virtuoso at holding me at the edge. Releasing my tit from her mouth, she told me to sit back on her desk. I stood up and moved backward until I felt her desk. Leaning back, I sat on the edge of the desk in front of her. She placed my left foot on the right arm of her chair and my right foot on the left arm of her chair…in essence, spreading me completely open to her. 

"Lean back a little and let me enjoy the sites." she said, sitting back in her chair, as if to contemplate what her hands and fingers had become so well acquainted with. Looking down at my breasts(titties) I could see that she had left her indelible marks. Marks that would be there for days to come; her handi-work. The smile on her face told me she knew this and liked the idea. Reaching up, her fingers possessively circled the red ‘hickies' her teeth had left around both areolas. "Hmmmm, John might not like those. What will you tell him when he sees them?" she asked.

"Everything." I said, simply.

"Everything?" she queried.

"You know very well I have no secrets from John. And he knows about ‘us'. If he asks, I will tell him all. He knows me well, Laura……he knows my demons, too." I stated in explanation.

She smiled. "Ah, yes…..the demons that fill you with the need to be used and manipulated into doing things you normally couldn't? That make you want to give up control to someone else, to be taken as they wish? The demons that make you want to be our slut…his and mine?"

Blushing at the verbalization, I knew she was right. "Yes."

Her fingers continued down my stomach and over my trimmed pubis. "Open up that sexy little snatch wide for me." She said as the thumb and index finger of one hand spread wide the thick outer lips that covered my clit. With the long fingernails of her other hand she gently scratched over my clit. She knew what mixture of pain/pleasure this caused me, creating an inner battle not to squirm on her desk, as she tortured my already sensitive button, making it unbearable to touch for several minutes afterward. Yet she continued for what seemed like hours before moving on to her next whim. 

With a hand on each side of my pussy, she spread open my outer lips, my inner lips and the actual opening of my pussy…..in this position she spread me open as wide as was humanly possible. The feeling was sensual to begin with, being spread so completely open to Laura. But as she continued to stretch and spread me open for her pleasure, my pain mounted. I whimpered less softly than intended. 

"Ssshhhh…." shushing me, she leaned down and she licked upward with the flat of her tongue. From my opening to my clit, several times. Her lips covered my opening and I felt her tongue and lips begin to work on me, French kissing my opening as if it were my mouth. Through the jumble of pleasure/pain messages assaulting my brain, this only served to bring me closer to the orgasm I wanted so much. 

Looking directly into my eyes, she sucked gently on my tender clit. Then as I watched her, she caught my thin inner lips between her teeth and pulled them outward. "Impossible" my mind said, yet I watched as she continued to pull my inner lips outward. Gritting my teeth between my tightly closed lips, I concentrated on not making a sound. Not a moan, nor a groan….but both were caught deep within me fighting to get out. I was caught treading that very fine line of exquisite pleasure resulting from intrinsic pain. I gave in to the sensations…all of that she was inflicting, closing my eyes to enjoy what she was doing to me, only to have it end quickly. 

"Open your eyes, sweetie. I like you to watch everything I do to you. Right now, I'm having fun making you squirm." she said as her hands let go of my pussy and one finger began to play just inside my pussy….again making it ‘slosh' as she wanted it to. "You taste so sweet, my pet." leaning down to tease me as she tasted me over again. "You need to be fucked, don't you?" she said, working a finger into my pussy, copious wetness making it easy for her. "You're much too tight…..is John fucking you regularly?" she laughed, "He tells Cal you want it daily. If he was getting you that often you'd be ‘loosy goosy', Hon."

I laughed at the thought of our husbands talking sex with each other. "You wouldn't be talking about the guys who think 1 inch really equals 2, would you? He gets it as often as he wants…but does Cal ask for it everyday?"

"Touche'. I guess I'm going to have to get some extra thick toy to loosen you up they way I want you." as she said this pressed a second finger deep into my well lubricated hole and moved it in and out slowly. "Do you like that idea?" she asked as she pushed a third finger deep into me. "Me, stretching your little snatch open as much as I want? Definitely more than I am now….to the point that you would beg me to stop? Would you beg me to stop, slut… or would you ask for more?" I didn't answer. I knew it was rhetorical and that I would be as big a slut as she wanted me to be….attempting almost anything she might want me to.

She continued to push her fingers in and out of my pussy while pressing her thumb on my clit. As much as I wanted to climax, I knew the longer she made me wait, the more incredible the orgasm would be. My thoughts were of what she wanted of me, what I wanted and wanting more of whatever she wanted to give. I knew that as much as I loved being a slut, she enjoyed making me her slut…controlling my pleasure. Laura leaned down and began first nibbling my thick out lips, then biting them harder….sucking them hard into her mouth….again leaving her mark on me with her teeth. "God, I can't believe what you do to me, Anne." Her voice husky between bites. "Just touching you turns me on so much. I almost cum putting a finger in you. I'm sure you've guessed by now that I'm more than a little addicted to your body, your pussy. I want to feel every inch of you, outside and inside. I want my hand deep inside of you." she said breathlessly, her mouth against my pussy…...surprising me again with such a statement. "I'm going to have you, Anne. All of you. I want to be so deep inside the core of you…. You will want it and I will have it." She said, pulling her fingers from me, again holding up her slender hand and long fingers between us. "I won't push it…but your pussy will spasm around my wrist, as I feel every inch of your smooth inside walls." She stated with quiet confidence, her hands caressing my inner thighs. Bending to kiss my center once more, she was on to her next whim., "Turn around." 




Tell Me What You Need



I need to service you.

I need to fuck you. I expect you to be sopping when you knock on the door; I instruct you to start on yourself in the car. I need to throw you face down over the bed, flip your skirt, tear your panties, and get inside you in a single thrust. I need to pound you until you cum. I need you to cum from nothing but my cock.

I need to turn you on your side, your pussy already widened by my thrusting, and slide between your thighs, rolling you around like you're my fuck doll. I need to put you on your back, legs high in the air, and bottom out inside you. I need our sweat to stick us together.

I need to lick your body. I need to roll my hands across your skin and make you putty. I need to spread your pussy and lick you until you can't take it. I need you to trust me, so I can take a break from your pussy to work on your ass. I need you to faint from my mouth's pleasure.

I need you to awaken, fully content, and ready to treat me like a man. You will go slowly where I was urgent, gently where I was strong. 

You will take me to the shower and methodically wash me from head to toe. You will wash inside me with first one, then two soapy fingers. You will scrub my penis softly, getting over and under every fold of skin. You will not neglect the rest of my body. You will dry me thoroughly.

I need your touch. I need you to massage my muscles, easing the tension from my body, starting with me on my back, working on my shoulders, and then rolling me back over to work the knots out of my back, my ass, and my thighs. 

You will then, because I say so, massage my feet ever so gently, apologizing when you tickle me; and work your way back up my body softly, slowly, simply stroking my skin and watching me shudder. You will see me melt as you roll me to my back. You will work on my face, very gently, before running your fingers through my chest hair and massaging my chest and nipples. You will stroke my belly and my sides, watching my face to see what pleases me the most, and return to those places as you go lower.

You will open my legs and start by simply massaging my thighs until they open on their own. You will stroke my crotch with your fingertips, circling closer and closer to my cock, which will be iron hard with anticipation. You will stroke my balls softly, then massage the skin of my scrotum with more strength between your thumb and forefinger. You will start with your tongue at my knee and drag your way up to my taint, which you will lick thoroughly and thoughtfully, before making a circle at the other knee and coming back to me, this time to suck each ball in turn, lavishing the skin with your tongue. You will kiss the tip of my cock softly. You will call my attention (as if you need to) to watch as you dip your tongue in the slit of my cock and the pre-cum drags away from me. You will suck it into your mouth and smirk.

You will get me up and seat me, ensuring that I'm fully comfortable with my ass hanging over the edge of the chair, reclined enough to relax while able to see your ministrations. You will get up and drag your hand from just above my cock to my face, where you will kiss me with more strength than you have used yet, or will use again. You will go to the table and retrieve the lube the Rude Boy and your scarves, placing each on the floor next to the chair, along with a pillow for your knees. You will kiss me again, and suckle at each nipple briefly, before returning to your place at my feet.

Again you will massage my thighs and my ass, ensuring that I'm relaxed and comfortable. You will tie me gently to the legs of the chair, guaranteeing your access. You will lick my balls and taint softly, edging closer, before beginning to lick at my perfectly clean center. You will spread my cheeks and ease your tongue slowly around me. We will both feel the tip of your tongue stroke every crease. You will work your tongue into me, holding me open even further, loving how I squirm against the restraints. As you come up for air I will beckon you to me, kissing myself from you, biting your tongue, knowing what's next.

You will make your last trip to serve me, now. You will apply the lube generously to a finger, then around my ass. You will hold me open with your other hand as you get into me with one finger, feeling for the little nut inside me and swirling your finger around. One finger becomes two, scissoring me open further, then three, all the way to the last knuckle. You will use your other hand to add lube before pushing a fourth finger, amazed and satisfied at your capacity to please me.

You will withdraw your hand slowly, watching my shape (almost) return, before coming back with the toy, covering it with lube and pushing it gently into me, pausing as you go so I can feel the texture, before inserting it fully. You will fuck me with it slowly for a while, until neither of us can stand it any longer, when you turn on the vibration and push it into me, with the rough portion against my taint. 

Finally, you will change your position to attend to my cock. With one hand gently rocking the Boy against me you will lick around the base of my cock then up the underside to the tip. You will swirl the tip a few times before going all the way down on my cock, relishing every inch and cumming from no touch as you see the look in my eyes. My hips bucking against you, you will return to the tip, lavishing it in your mouth as you pump the base with your hand. You will take as much of my monstrous load as possible, knowing that I want to see it dribble out of your mouth.

You will stand up and drool most of it down to your chest, holding a small amount in your cheek. You will massage my fluid into your tits softly, loving the feel against your skin, giving me the prettiest, dirtiest smile I've ever seen. I will pull you up and you will kiss me, our tongues dancing around in the rest of my load.



Tell Me What You Want



"Tell me what you want." You growl the words as You look into my eyes, Your hands gripping my hips tightly as You hold me against the wall. I shiver from the sound of your voice, suddenly feeling tongue-tied as my mouth hangs open. You push me to the floor without waiting for an answer and push Your cock into my mouth, gagging me a few times then pulling me back up by my hair. 

You repeat "Tell me... what you want... and DON'T make me say it again, you little slut."

Tears stream down my face, more from desperation than from pain or misery as I speak as clearly as I can "I want You to fuck me, please..." and whimper a little, my eyes locked onto Yours. 

You smile in a way that makes me putty in Your arms, and You kiss me before I can say anything else. Your lips barely brush against mine, and my knees weaken as Your kiss grows more passionate, Your hands finding my breasts and pinching my nipples hard through my shirt, making me moan.

You pull back suddenly, leaving me breathless as You speak again. 

"Tell me more." 

I gulp and somehow my words come to me and I speak clearly "Destroy my pussy, please mark it as Yours, mark me as Yours, destroy me, ruin me for any cock but Yours, ravage me, fuck me like no one ever has, please... no one can fuck me like You can..." 

My words are cut off as You press Your lips to mine once more, rougher this time, making me shiver because You know I crave Your merciless side tonight.

You pull back again and step away, growling an order "Take off your clothes slut. NOW." I unbutton my shirt the rest of the way, mumbling a quick but clear "Okay" as I wriggle out of my jean skirt and panties, standing completely naked before You, my whole body tingling in anticipation. I whimper "I crave You... I hunger for You..." as you push me down onto the bed and climb on top of me, Your naked body pressed against mine as You wrap Your arms around my waist and I wrap my legs around You.

You chuckle "That's my good little slut. You love my cock don't you?" and poise Your hard cock at the opening of my pussy. 

I gasp "Yes, I do, I fucking love it, I need it inside of me, please..." You smile and chuckle again, the sound reverberating from deep in Your chest and making me tremble. You push into me with one hard stroke, making me gasp and whimper. 

You speak somewhat gently "Anything else my babygirl?" 

I nod and whimper again "I don't want to be made love to like a princess... I want to be fucked like a filthy little whore."

You pull out of me completely, my disappointment at this obvious on my face. Your face hardens a little, still remaining somewhat tender, Your eyes on mine. 

"Do you trust me?" 

"Of course I do." 

My words tumble from my lips easily and without hesitation. 

"I trust You with my life." 

You nod in approval "Good answer." and You pull me down a bit, spreading my legs and tying each of my ankles to the bed posts with a length of rope, then You bind my hands behind my back. I gasp at the stretching of my already tense muscles but welcome it because I know it will please You to have me so helpless.

I whimper desperately, the rush of cool air over my exposed pussy almost unbearable. You chuckle and gently run Your fingers along my smooth skin, Your hand resting just above my clit and I raise my hips so it will make contact but You take Your hand away. 

"Ah ah ah, be patient, and trust me. You'll enjoy this."

You chuckle sinisterly and walk to the closet, pulling out a riding crop then You walk to where my head is, placing one of Your hands on my face and kissing me softly. You pull away and without another word You straighten and raise Your arm, holding the riding crop firmly, Your eyes hardening as You bring it down hard right on my pussy.

I whimper and clench the covers in my fists. You bring the crop down again, and again, over and over, alternating strokes between my inner thighs and my pussy, making me shiver, every once in awhile sliding the handle end into my tight hole, pumping it in and out a few times, bringing me to the edge but never letting me go over. After a half an hour I can't take anymore and I whimper, my voice desperate. 

"Please just fuck me and let me cum on Your cock..."

You stop and look down at me, a wild look in Your beautiful eyes. 

"And why should I let you cum, you dirty little cock whore?"

I gulp, my words coming more shakily than I'd like them to "B-because I know it b-brings You as much p-pleasure as it does m-me?" 

You chuckle and bring the tip of the riding crop to my lips and I lick it, sucking it gently into my mouth, then You take your other hand and start rubbing my clit slowly, barely touching it, rubbing it in slow circles. I moan that certain way that lets You know I'm close to cumming, and You mount the bed and thrust Your cock hard into me in one swift motion, making me cry out in pleasure and delicious pain.

You fuck me hard and fast, not letting up for even a second as I whimper and moan. Your hand rests on my neck and squeezes slightly, Your thumb right on my favorite spot, and I feel my breath starting to leave me and jolts of pleasure being sent straight to my pussy. 

Before long I'm ready to cum and I cry out in a strained voice knowing You love hearing me beg "Please, please may I please cum? I need it so fucking bad, I can't hold it in anymore, please!" and I feel Your body twitch as You approach orgasm as well.

You shudder and groan and look into my eyes as You lean over me, still holding my throat, taking my hair in Your other hand and pulling hard as You whisper "I'm about to cum baby, let's cum together, you ready?" I need no more provocation as my orgasm rips through my body like a tidal wave, my screams rising from my constricted throat, my back arching off the bed as You cum at the exact same time I do, Your muscles tensing up as our bodies move together as one in a perfect rhythm. It seems like hours later when You collapse on top of me.

You let go of my throat and I work to cath my breath, my chest rising and falling against Yours, my nipples rubbing Your chest, sending delicious shivers through my body. You smile and kiss me tenderly and I whimper against Your lips, wishing I could embrace You. You move to untie me and lay back down, and I curl up in Your arms, laying my head on Your chest and closing my eyes, Your heartbeat soothing me and calming me down like it always does. 

I whisper "I love You so much..." and You kiss the top of my head and whisper "I love you too." 



Tell Me What You Want



My wife's long legs stretch forever across the smallish bed. She's lying on her side, settled comfortably on her elbow. Her eyes are burning and intense, tunneling into mine. She speaks quietly in soft steady tones that serve to disguise her inner panic. We are both a little freaked out, unsure, tentative.

"You want this baby?" she purrs. She leans back a little, for emphasis. This small gesture triggers his hands to motion. He gently slides his fingers slowly up and down her hips, and across her tummy. She subtly responds to his caresses with a tiny clenching of her hands, though he is likely not aware. He is not tuned to her as I am. What little he knows about her – that she is witty, beautiful, seductive and SOMEONE ELSE'S WIFE he has garnered over the last few hours. We've done some talking, but this has mostly been an evening committed to drinking, dancing and ...seduction? At some point he did learn her name, and introduced himself to me as Steve. I chuckled to myself a little, how his name matched his purpose- innocuous and indistinguishable from all the other single guys patrolling the swinger club this evening. But he has been patiently persistent, and she does enjoy his nuanced touch, though she is not yet conceding to it. To his credit he isn't forcing or pushing too hard, but he now finds himself closed in around her, spooning her, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. It's a struggle for him to keep his composure. He makes sure she feels his breathe on her long neck and his solid dick pushing against her ass. He is horned up, hot and bothered, and fighting against his natural impulse to toss her legs aside and slam the shit out of her. He isn't going to waste this chance. Seriously, how often does a guy go to a club and end up fucking some dude's hot wife? He will contain himself, I think...She likes that he must struggle to resist her. She feels his determined restraint, his inner battle. She loves being that powerful, irresistible, wanted. 

Thus far his soft touch hasn't disrupted her focus. Her eyes still burn for me even in the midst of all this distraction. She's enjoyed the evening and is enjoying this moment. The moment we've all been waiting for, hoping for, fearing, worrying about, wondering about. She likes seeing me squirm, seeing me up against myself. Truth be told, she likes knowing she is the one MAKING me squirm. She knows my head is spinney and wavering, but the juice dripping from my balls tells her everything she needs to know. She likes having this power over me, over him, over us. Still, her biggest joy comes from feeling the depth of his want. His fire for her has been raging, growing bigger and bigger as the night went on. She likes it, the feel of his determined dick pushing, sliding between her cheeks, poised and ever vigilant. With his strong arms he could easily hold her down, do her, use her, fuck her.

"Do you like this baby? Is this what you want to see?" She puts her hand on his and rests them both on her upper thigh, mostly to keep him from roaming and causing her further distraction.

The background music booms outside this little room. Out there, on the dance floor, at the bar, in the group rooms there is noise. Dancing, laughing, drinking, fucking. Lots of fucking. In pairs and in groups. Hard dicks, wet pussies, grunting and moaning. We love strolling through the scenery, sometimes we settle in to watch, sometimes we fuck, most often both. We've seen a lot of sex, had a lot of sex. We've explored a little, not much. Maybe too much, maybe not enough. How does one ever really know?

I often think of the night she let another woman join us. My wife is not into women, much to my chagrin. She does not share my fascination with them. In fact, she prefers men to women in all facets of life. She finds men to be simpler, less manipulative, less demanding. I suggest that her experience with men may differ from other women's, and thus her take is possibly skewed. My wife is easy to get along with, compassionate and empathetic. She is a nurse, a caregiver, and she is attractive. It is natural that men would react more softly to her than perhaps a woman who is not endowed with these traits. She accepts this possibility, but it's her experiences with women, not men that dictate her opinions. She considers the fairer sex to be overly needy, bitchy, and consumed by petty self-interest. This, quite frankly, is very often the case. But damn, they are beautiful.

When this young brunette moved over to us, even as we were fucking, I expected my wife to offer a gentle "no thank you". Instead, she responded to her embrace, though with some trepidation. I knew in that moment that this was a gift. She was willing herself into this, just to please me. I was quite happy to let her give this to me.

We were fucking, but I made sure to give her room. She kissed my wife and ran her hands along her face. The smell of their bodies, their hair, and their perfume mingled and swirled. My heart raced as my dick grew three sizes that night! She molded effortlessly into our personal space, kissing my wife's neck, massaging and suckling her breasts. She squeezed my cock as it slid in and out, and rubbed my eager balls. I couldn't stand it anymore. I pulled out and forcibly pushed my wife's legs apart. Her pussy was soaking wet, ready. This girl pounced on that little pussy like a starved tigress. She was aggressive and fierce, and my wife quickly relented to her determined tongue. I pushed her feet wider apart giving this vixen the right-of-way she deserved. My wife's face was one of surprise, wonder and elation, but mostly surprise. Surprise at how good it felt. I could see her eyes growing distant, I could feel her crumbling. This was a new experience for her. It's not easy to get my wife to retreat into herself. She is filled up by the constant noise of people's emotions, their wants, their needs. It is the price one pays for being empathetic. But this girl so easily overpowered all of it with her lust and desire that my wife was surprised by it. The surprise melted into realization, and appreciation. Eventually, she ceded to her power... it was going to overtake her; she was no longer in charge of herself and was elated because of it. She relented to the ever growing waves, felt them growing bigger and closer until it finally washed over her.

She fully curled up into a ball as the huge orgasm ravished her completely. She bounced her head from side to side and moaned in ecstasy. Her hands flopped, clenched, unclenched. She pulled hair, scratched at me, squeezed my hand. Her legs quivered, shook, bunched up, released. She rode this wave for as long as she could until she couldn't take anymore. It was beautiful; these two women passionately embraced...all curves and ass, legs, titties, soft lips, pent up sexual release. Slowly, patiently she released her grip, kissing and caressing my wife's tummy and pubes. She lifted her head and smiled at us as my wife's pussy juice drooled down her chin. She slid back over to her husband, who, like me, had been a mere lucky spectator. The room buzzed with raw energy from the merciless sex they had just witnessed. These two ladies had completely rocked it, and now my wife was done, used up, over-whelmed even. I felt a little bad for the girl, knowing that we could not return the favor. I fucked my wife for a while after that, while the girl watched with pleading eyes. She wanted me to fuck her, lick her pussy, satisfy her but knew it wasn't going to happen. They eventually moved on, and we were us once again.

My wife later admitted that it was the most amazing orgasm she ever had...somehow she had clamped her lips down firmly yet gently on her tiny little clit. She was both tender and relentless, and though I have tried to recreate it, I have failed to come close to matching her exquisite touch. Though I wish I could give that to her, it would trouble me do such disservice to the memory.

The ever present booming music intrudes into my thoughts. My wife is still lounging on the bed, He has wrapped her up in his strong arms, which she likes. She wants to be covered up, which he senses. He is nibbling her neck, running his tongue up and down the length of it. She lays her head down on the bed and curls into him. He feels cozy and warm against her naked skin, and she can smell his sex. She is waiting for my answer. 

Earlier this evening, it had not seemed quite so intense. I had quit trying to dance by that point, and besides, my dick and I preferred to watch. The two of them were still caught up in the spirit of the party, buzzed, loose, alive. The sight of her carrying on, free of worry and fear gave me a great amount of pleasure. She so deserves a break. I want it for her. She is so full from kids school work house bills that it takes a lot of coaxing to get her to lighten up. She needs this, she needs to let it lift away, even if only for one night. It's healthy. I am here to hover over her, protect her when I need to and to give her room when she needs it. Tonight, she needs room. I love her, I want her full and happy and good. I consider it my most important task, above career and house and everything. What good would all that do me without her?

I could tell that she was good. He was desperately trying to seduce her and I had eagerly given her my consent and encouragement to let him try. This was my idea, not hers. It had gone much further than I had expected it would, but it felt right. We were in this together, and we have vowed to each other that we are going to live fully- now, while we can. Time will slip past us and we don't want to look back and wish we had done more, experienced more. We have promised to push each other and remind each other of what really matters when the daily life grind gets too heavy. 

We had never done this before, at least, not quite this way, and had often thought we never would. The notion of watching my wife dance, seduce, tease another man was a fairly recent one. But here we were, and we were both having a great time. She was enjoying being free to drink and dance and not have to think. I was enjoying watching her leave her worldly worries behind. My dick, for his part, enjoyed watching her inner slut shake itself loose and take over. She is a woman, a complex and wonderful creation. She's not just a wife, not just a partner, not just a friend, not just a sex object. She is all of these, but tonight, she is sex, she is slut.

They seemed to be slowing down now. I know she was tired, but happy. They'd dance a bit, come to the table, drink, laugh chat and then run back out when the beat kicked in. He was tentative at first, holding her hand, holding her hips as she moved. He got bolder, sliding his hands to her ass as she bent over for him. Later on he worked his hand under her blouse. She was looking at him, dancing for him as he undid the buttons. He squeezed her little titties and pinched her nipples as she swayed to and fro. She put her hands on his neck, leaned in and kissed his cheek. She turned around and moved away from him, joining me at the table. He hesitated, but followed. His eyes, which just minutes before had been full of lustful bravado were now hesitant. He sat silently across from us, suddenly becoming the oh so well behaved child.

She told me he liked her nipples, he wanted to suck on them. I nodded and suggested that everyone likes her nipples and wants to suck on them. 

"Should I let him suck my nipples?" she whispered. I knew she was feeling yummy. It was beautiful.

If you want to baby.

He had told her the reason he approached us from across the bar was because he could see her nips poking through her blouse. He said they were like beacons, beckoning him to her. He had tried to ignore them, but when he turned around and saw them staring at him, he knew he was supposed to introduce himself. It may not be the best line, but it was good enough to start a conversation. We all talked, danced a little, had a couple drinks. We took turns dancing with her. When my wife and I were alone we wondered if this is what we really wanted. She was not comfortable with it, and I wasn't sure if I was either. So I told her to just dance with him, and have a good time. We are here, let's enjoy ourselves. So they did, and she did. That had been almost three hours ago, and now the prospect of him touching her, groping her, feeling her up, didn't seem so outlandish. In fact, I was surprised at how turned on I was, and she was in such a good place that we didn't want it to end. 

But it had been a full evening already, and I kind of thought we were winding down. My wife usually reaches her limit well before I do. Most of the time (not always) we will fold our cards and walk away from the table. Tonight we could go eat, go home, get in bed and fuck until morning. I would pretend to be Steve, talk dirty to her, and call her a nasty little whore while I rubbed her clit. We would both cum big and hard, and collapse into each other's arms. And it would be perfect. We would be happy and satisfied.

My wife, however, was not done and she wanted us both to know it. It is a rare and welcome treat when she seizes the moment and takes control. When she decides on something, she will not be denied. I love that about her. She jumped up, threw her already unbuttoned blouse to the floor and moved in front of Steve's chair. She hitched her skirt up high, above her waist, revealing her round hips and perfect little pussy. He was so surprised he actually blushed! His cheeks turned red as he stared lustfully at her snatch. The spinning disco light lit up her soft glistening folds and little patch of reddish brown hair. Before he could even react she put her hands on his cheeks, straddled him and asked him if he wanted to suck her nipples. She twisted her titties in his face, first this one, then that and pressed them against his lips. My already hard cock suddenly strained to rip through my pants. It was so hard it hurt. He darted his tongue back and forth over her little titties, licking, sucking, savoring them. He had wanted them so badly, and now he had them. She moaned and wiggled in his lap, teasing his cock through his pants with her wet little pussy. She ground into his lap to the beat of the music, and she worked her magic against his bulge. She let him suck them, pinch them, squeeze them.

I watched, mesmerized and fascinated. I wanted this, though I didn't know why. Seeing her on his lap, giving him her full attention made me horny for more. She is beautiful, but when she is being slutty it takes it to another level. She's a temptress, a hot bitch. She is sultry and voluptuous.

Without warning she stood up and announced to Steve that they must go dance. He stood up and adjusted his hard junk. I wasn't sure if the wet spot was from his dripping cock or her dripping pussy. My wet spot lacked such mystery. She tossed her shoes off next to her blouse and pushed her skirt, what there was of it, back down to her waist.

As I watched her pull him to the dance floor for more abuse, I felt a little disappointed. He didn't seem to worship her ass properly, so smitten was he with her nipples. I have always loved that ass and am always troubled by men who aren't enamored of it. I mean, what is wrong with them? My very first move on her- before we held hands- before the first kiss - before her DIVORCE – before all that there was the now infamous all out massive ASS grab. I couldn't help it, I had to. How could I not? A group of us were stumbling back from a Blues Club, and she and a friend were walking, holding and assisting the drunkest among us. I saw her husband was ahead of us. My wife was behind me, and when her attention was briefly averted I slammed my hand into that healthy butt and grabbed it, shook it, and told it in no uncertain terms. I squeezed that motherfucker hard. I wanted her to know, I needed her to know, and I knew no other way to communicate it. 

That is how it all started, and that is why I failed to understand how he could not appreciate something so marvelous, so stupendous. I had to forgive him for the slight, as she seemed to like his attention and especially his nipple fixation. Perhaps my ass worship has grown tiresome, perhaps she needs me to show more gratitude towards her perky, upturned, beautiful round nipples? I can do that. 

I watched my sexy wife dance. She's got that ass and she knows how to shake it, twerk, back that shit up. She would rub it against him, grind his crotch, toy with him. She would put his hand on her waist only to push it away. He would wrap her up and she would spin off, eventually returning to his embrace. She danced for him, she danced with him. She would lean into him and let his hands explore for a brief moment, then pull away. I was so turned on by it I almost couldn't watch, but of course I had to. I about came when she took his hand and guided it first between her legs then to his mouth. He licked her juices off and grabbed her hard. She tilted her head back as he squeezed her breasts, pinching, pulling, always pulling on her nipples. She turned, dropped down before him, face to face with his bulge. She ran her hands quickly over it, put her mouth up against it, then slid back up his stomach. 

She was the hottest fucking piece of ass in the club and she was my wife. I watched as she cuddled up to this stranger. She felt good against his strong arms, and as she lifted her skirt up to give him more access she looked over at me, and smiled. 

That had been earlier in the evening, when the laughing and the drink and the dancing held sway. That was before we decided to go to a room, before she told me she was going to suck his cock. We were sitting at the table, watching the half-naked par-tiers carrying on when she leaned in and told me. I was a little shocked when she said it, so casually, so matter of fact. I was even more shocked when I realized she really meant it. 

"I have to baby, I already promised. Maybe you should find us a room? We both have to pee, we will meet you there." She dashed away.

Maybe find you a room? Pee? What? Meet me, what? It had been phrased like a question but stated like an order. What just happened? Jesus...really? They don't even know each other and they are discussing their bathroom habits? Actually, I kind of liked that. 

I went over it in my head, just to make sure I wasn't missing something. She really doesn't HAVE to suck him off, she doesn't HAVE to do anything. She wants to suck his cock. She wants to finally meet it and greet it, reward it for being so good to her all night. I actually liked that she wanted to, that she was being true to herself. I just wasn't so sure I liked it being her idea. And there was something else, something odd. My loving wife not only announced her intention to suck off a stranger - she also considered me honor bound to find a suitable location to do it! My gut reactions faded, for these were but temporary musings, and pointless. I knew I would do anything to watch my wife suck him off. 

She will stroke it, lick it, suck it and bring him all the way. She will service him, make him cum, give him what he wants. She will get him off, give him the release he's worked so hard for. He will shoot his huge, pent up angry load all over her hand as it slides up and down, back and forth. He will cum with her soft words and delicate coos urging him begging him yes yes shoot it mmmm all of it mmm Godd want it allll yessss mmmm

His surging cock will spew its last drop and he will fall back on the bed. She will crawl over to him so he can watch her wipe his cum off on her stomach, her belly button, her titties. She will smear his big juicy load all over herself for his enjoyment. She will lean over, kiss him lightly and thank him for a wonderful evening. I will shake his hand and escort my beautiful wife out of the room. She will be gone.




Tell Me What You Want



At work he will regale his buddies with the story of his conquest, how he played this fucking hot bitch, what a horny slut she is, what a fool her husband is. He will tell them how he seduced her, right in front of her loser husband. He will brag to them how he knows all of the tricks, the body language clues, when to touch, how long to look, what to say and when to say it. He can make women do what he wants when he wants. He is A PLAYA yo! 

They mostly believe his story, but some of this shit is out right crazy. Women don't just give it up like that - for free, no strings attached. And no man who's half a man is gonna let some dude hit on his wife and have his way with her. Seriously. Yet they gather in the break room and listen intently as he describes in lurid detail the bitch's ass and tits and pussy and how she swallowed his load down her throat. Didn't spill a drop. They feign disinterest, but they secretly wish they had his life. They will all be going home to their miserable, unhappy, overburdened wives. Women who consider sex a chore, and the last one on their list at that. That's no way to live and he knows it. He enjoys their jealousy, and he vows that he will never ever get stuck in that rut. 

He will recall this evening fondly, and jack off to it while her image still burns fresh in his mind. Her titties in his face, her ass grinding his crotch, her warm mouth on his dick. For the next few nights, he won't need the club, and the porn will be too fake, too weak to compete. He will have enough masturbation material to last awhile. It was that good. 

After a few days, he will start to want again. He will need more fodder. He will have to put his game on, work up his fire and hit the club in search of his next hot bitch. In his mind he will recall my wife, and me and maybe realize that perhaps she's not just a slut, maybe I'm not just some loser. Sure, she serviced him, made him cum, got him off. He got what he came for. But she left with her husband... She probably sucked him off on the drive home, fucked him in his bed, spooned him as they fell asleep. They got up the next day and she climbed onto his still hard cock and rode him till he came. He can fuck her every day if he wants to. I got to borrow it, but he owns it. Maybe they are the ones that have their shit together...Nah. He's a dumb ass, he's a loser and she's a worthless slut.

I found a vacant room and stood at the door to prevent interlopers until they arrived. I greeted my wife with a huge hard hug and held her strongly. We kissed softly. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard before releasing me and following him in to the small bedroom. It had a chair, an end table and a bed. There was a plastic cover on the mattress, beneath the sheets. Nice.

We closed the door. Steve sat on the edge of the bed. His cock drooped between his legs, hanging loosely, waiting to be awakened. I had to admit that it was a nice one, I could see how she might want to have some fun with it. I settled into the chair opposite the bed. She came to me, faced me, straddled me, much the way she did Steve all those eons ago. She whispered into my ear so he couldn't over hear us.

"I'm here for you baby. Whatever you want. I'm good. I'm telling you I'm good so you don't have to feel weird. You have fantasies...I know. I knoww. I'm not saying I get it or understand it but that doesn't matter...really... I'm here for you, I want to give you what you want." 

She has told me this before, in other situations, at different times. She means it, and I love her for it. It is her gift to me, and as such I must protect it and keep it safe. I've never really pushed her too far - for a myriad of reasons – all of which are centered on her well-being. The timing was wrong, or the place, the vibes were off, we weren't comfortable with the people. It's just never been quite right, or perhaps I felt it wasn't quite right even if she was ok...but nothing less will suffice. I have to admit that tonight feels a little different, and truthfully there is no perfect time for anything. There is just the now. 

"Tell me baby, if I suck his cock, will that please you? " I tell her it would. 

She reads me, she knows. Not convincing.

"Baby, be honest. Do you want more? If I suck it, make it cum on me...is that enough?" I said I think so, I'm not sure. Maybe. Yea, it would be yummy. 

She leans into me, face to face. She puts her hands over our eyes so that there is nothing but us. No noise, no buzz, no Steve. Just my wife and I doing what we do. 

"You want me to fuck this guy, don't you." GOD BABY...GOD. I don't even know what to say... I mean, no. Maybe, I don't know baby.

"Tell me what you want." I sat there motionless, not sure what to say. I didn't want to say the wrong thing, but that can be difficult if you can't even identify what the wrong thing is.

So I said nothing. 

"Shhhh its ok baby. Tell me."

She wrapped her hands around my head, cuddled me to her breasts. 

"My baby, I love you so".

She stood and moved over to the bed. 

I expected her to get on her knees, kneel before him, take his cock in her hands. He would run his hands around her face, hold her ears, grab her head as she guided his ample shaft into her soft mouth. It would get big and full as she took it deeper. She would run her tongue over and over and over the length of it, teasing, playing, toying. She would make him crazy, then slowly, softly, suck it and jack it until he couldn't hold back any longer...his load would fire and spray all over her face. She would jack him off onto her mouth and let it slide down her chin. Then she would slowly run her mouth up and down his length to make sure she got all of his cum. When she finished him, she would tell him to wipe his cum all over her titties. Rub it onto her nipples, hard, all of it, every bit of it. She would tell him that she was going to take it home with her and that I was going to fuck her with his cum all over her titties.

But that didn't happen. Instead, she crawled onto the bed and stretched her full length out. Her long legs flowed up to the curve of her hips and back down to her waist. She sat up on one arm. Steve reacted instinctively, and quickly moved in behind her. It's what I do most every night of our life, it's natural, it just feels right. Her soft skin, her yummy thighs, her round softness just lures you in. He slid one arm under her, as I would've, and rested his other hand on her hip.

I briefly note the thrumming bass from the disco, but it was now distant and dull. What before had been all fun and frolic is now an intrusion, a distraction.

In here there is breathing, and her little voice. Though it is little more than a whisper, it rings loud and clear.

"You want this baby?" Her legs are crossed, her face intense and serious. 

I sit quietly. There is a bowl of condoms on the end table by the bed. I pick one up, fidget with it. I sit quietly admiring my lovely wife while honestly, truly not knowing what I really feel or how to answer. She is always better at discerning my inner workings than I am. Besides, "I don't know" simply doesn't adequately rise to the occasion. So I sit quietly.

"Do you need this baby, do you need me to spread my legs?" She reaches back, finds his hard cock and rubs it against her ass. She smears his drip up and down between her butt cheeks. He quickly embraces her tightly and gives those big puffy nipples a squeeze. He has her fully wrapped up, just the way she likes it. She loves being covered up, taken. He softly kisses her long neck, runs his hand up and down her body. He wants to feel her.

My mind was racing. I had imagined many similar scenarios in my perverted head, but none quite like this. I had not considered how a strong dicked dude handling my wife this way would really look. He was gearing himself up now, he was going to take her, the way she longs to be taken, exactly the way she would want. This was new territory, as was the sight of her grasping his dick like it was her own play toy. I wasn't prepared.

My fantasies were never quite so...surreal. Sometimes I would tell her stories - she would jack me off while I whispered them into her ear...I'd see her bent over, head buried in the bed as some guy shoots a big load all over her beautiful round ass. She'd squeeze and coax my helpless dick as I described her on her bleeding knees sucking a bunch of strange cocks. I'd picture her on the bed at a sex party, sharing a double dildo with some other slut whore while all the guys jacked off on them. These fantasy scenes were always beautiful, exciting, amazing. She'd yank my cock and I'd go over the edge with the image of her squatting/riding/bouncing on some lucky motherfuckers cock. Satisfied, I would slowly return to her and watch her eat my cum off of her hands. I'd feel her lips suck it up off my tummy, her tongue darting this way and that. Before I knew it, I'm spooning her familiar curves, amazed at how lucky I am to have her as my wife, my love, my life. 

But these fantasies are just that -fantasies. Wanton, risky sexual encounters with enthusiastic partners. There are no worries, no unintended consequences, no fears of physical or emotional traumas. No one is in jeopardy, there is no danger. They were simple, clean, they were...safe. Fun and games, sweaty bodies and cum soaked orgasms. 

But this is real, this is my wife, this is Steve! Honestly, what the Hell am I thinking? Am I really going to let some nameless fucking Steve ravage my gorgeous wife? My precious gem, the woman I love? She is the one person in my life that I have literally toiled and sacrificed for. I have worked to earn my spot in her heart and my rightful place in her pussy. She belongs to me, IT belongs to me. Why in the world would I let some inconsequential horn dog unleash his load in MY tight little pussy? This is nuts. That's it, we are done here.

Lost in my reverent thoughts, I lost track of time. I am jolted by the sound of her soft moaning. I don't know how long it's been since she last spoke. It doesn't matter now. Steve has taken the situation into his capable hands. He had enough of the whispers, the questions, the bullshit. Steve is going to get some pussy, and I either have to call a halt to it now or shut the fuck up. My wife is on her back, head tilted sideways, her mouth agape. She is breathing heavily, her back is arched beneath her. She feels his hunger and is responding to it. His hand is between her legs now, massaging her burning pussy. Her legs are not fully open, not yet. She is faintly aware that I have not spoken. She is squirming now, her head turning side to side as he brings her closer and closer. But she is still being faithful to me, still holding on. Even as the surge is building within her she is waiting for my consent, my permission, my instruction. She will not open her legs for him, only for me.

If I say No now, that would be the end of it. She would not hesitate to pull away. She would sit up in an instant and push him away. Just a close call, an oops moment that almost went too far. She would readily dismiss her wants and needs, subverting her own desires to cling to me. It is that which makes her so beautiful. She is shiny selflessness, she is mine before she is hers. I love her. Steve, all cock and balls and fire, will never have such a thing as this.

She does not like people who tease, and she hates to watch other women do it for kicks. Yet still she would leave him a frustrated, angry, horny motherfucker were I to demand it of her. He wants her body, her pussy, her horny slut. He truly has no idea what he is missing. The warm glow that is building up within her belongs to me, it is mine. His touch, his firm grasps, his strong hands speak to her and sway her...but she is mine alone. 

I move over to her, engulf her head. Steve has wrapped his hands around her round hips, his mouth sucking on her belly button, tugging on her ring. He kisses, licks, sucks on her tight little tummy as he inches down towards her pussy. He is trying to force her legs apart, she is resisting. She wiggles and squirms against his determined hands and relentless cock, but she wants it. She wants him to fuck her. 

I hover over her head, our eyes lock, our lips touch. I kiss her as I feel her body tightening, her resistance fading. Her eyes are pleading. 

I release her. 

"Yes my baby, yes. I want this. I need you to give this to me." She lifts her hands up and cups my head, blocking it all out one last time. Our eyes meet, she feels me. I am good.

Steve buries his face in her bush. He smells her soft scent, he wants to devour her, all of her. Every inch. His powerful lust is about to be unleashed. She is ready now. She wants to feel his fire burn, wants to use it up, wear it out, satisfy his desire. She wants to be that nasty little slut. 

She stares into my eyes. 

"I love you so much, my husband. You are my man."

I know my baby, I know. 

I place the condom in her hand, slowly back away and settle into the chair. She gives me one last glance, then turns her attention to Steve. She cradles his head in her hands as his tongue finally finds its true purpose. He is going to eat her delicious pussy, make her cum, and fuck the shit out of her. She slides the condom into his hand. I will be here, watching, lest he lose track of it. He won't, he needs her body, her pussy, her ooohs and ahhs, her moans, her screams. He has to have her. 

I wet my hand and slide it all around my ready cock. She slowly unfolds those long, luscious legs in a gentle, sweeping motion. She raises her little feet up into the air, where they will float and dance and put on a show. They bounce and twist as she unfurls her legs fully. Wide, nice and wide, just for me. 



Tell Me What You Want



Jeremy couldn't stop himself from staring at the man at the bar. He was on his third beer, trying to raise the courage to approach that fine specimen of blue-collar manhood he had been lusting after for the past hour and a half. It was a Tuesday night, and the small, dingy bar was dead, but Jeremy couldn't have wished for a better fit to his fantasies-a strapping, salt-of-the-earth buck to take his anal virginity. He'd driven 75 miles from the university, where he was in the anthropology graduate program, and he was determined to make it worthwhile, to at last satisfy the longing that had been with him since the first onset of puberty, a longing that was now making his body tremble with years of suppressed need-the longing to give himself to another man. At 26, he still didn't have much sexual experience; he'd fooled around, but hadn't given himself over yet to what he felt was his deepest, darkest desire. Jeremy's longing to have another man fuck his ass scared him, made him feel ashamed and dirty, but he couldn't deny the fact that his underwear was soaked with precum after abstractly fantasizing about what he'd like this man to do with him. He had to check to make sure it hadn't seeped through his jeans to leave a visible wet spot. 

Ralph had noticed the kid looking at him, trying to be sly, but as obvious as could be. He smiled to himself. Cast out the lure and reel 'em in, he thought, and Ralph's lure was particularly irresistible to a guy like Jeremy. Ralph knew that a lot of gay guys fetishized working class men, and he cultivated the look-Ralph worked in IT, but if some guy attracted to him wanted to think he was a construction worker or a trucker, who was he to burst their balloon? In his early 50s, Ralph kept his graying, thinning dark blond hair buzzed, his beard trimmed close. He went to the gym as regularly as he could to build his muscles, enhancing the presumption that his physique was the outcome of some kind of manual labor. Although he was kind of self-conscious about the little bit of a belly he just couldn't seem to lose, the snug-fitting faded denim work shirt Ralph was wearing tonight showed off his powerful upper body to full advantage-as well he knew. 

Finishing his beer, Jeremy was buzzed, but still in control of himself. He was aware that his hands were shaking, and his nervousness made his stomach feel like a washing machine in spin cycle. "But it's do or die, old boy, don't be a coward," he said to himself, looking to the man at the bar, hoping that the liquid courage and his horniness would carry him past his nerves. He pushed his chair away from the table and, making sure his erection had subsided enough, stood up. 

Ralph knew the kid was working up the guts to approach him. His alter ego, and the almost comic effect it had on other guys, tickled Ralph. The real source of his confidence wasn't something manufactured, though, but something he'd been lucky enough to be born with. In fact, as he'd caught this kid looking at him and taking a nervous swig from his bottle of beer, Ralph felt his confidence growing, inching along his thigh and starting to throb as he thought about what he'd like to do to little Mr. Foureyes over there. The young man was just the kind that really turned Ralph's crank-the shy, hesitant, bookish types that didn't know how sexy they were. And this example was mighty fine-tall and lean, with dark, close-cropped curly hair, awkward but handsome behind his glasses. "Just fucking adorable," Ralph thought, "and adorably fuckable." He adjusted his cap and waited patiently for the kid to get over his bashfulness, already, and make his move. 

***

Jeremy's glasses were on the bedside table, next to the rubbers and lube. He had followed Ralph home in his car, and after a couple more beers and awkward small talk, he managed to tell Ralph, with much hesitation and stammering and blushing, that he wanted to try bottoming, but he'd never done it before and was nervous. Ralph finished the beer he'd been working on and felt his cock stir inside his pants. The kid's shyness and embarrassment were getting him excited.

"Tell you what," Ralph said, leaning back against the arm of the sofa on which he and Jeremy were sitting so he could look the boy in the face and gauge his reaction. "You aren't the first guy I've broken in. If you wanna do this, I can take it slow and easy. We can take all night to get you ready, if it's what you need. But understand me on one thing." The tone of Ralph's voice made Jeremy look up from his nervously fidgeting hands. "Once you get me going, you're gonna follow through. You're not gonna tease me up until the point of no return and expect me to back off and be content with a case of blue balls. OK?" "Yeah, OK," Jeremy agreed, with more certitude than he really felt. 

Ralph had taken Jeremy to his bed, where they had made out, clumsily at first, but with intensifying heat as their attraction to one another ratcheted up their horniness. Ralph directed Jeremy's trembling hands to unbutton his work shirt and shrugged it off. He'd pulled Jeremy's sweater and undershirt off, and now the younger man lay bare-chested on Ralph's bed, propped up on his elbows to watch as the older man stripped down to his undershorts. Ralph straddled Jeremy and lowered his weight down onto the boy, pressing his growing hard-on into the kid's thigh. He watched as Jeremy's eyes widened. It was time to let the kid see what he had in store.

Ralph raised himself back up on his knees, looming up over Jeremy, stroking his cock through the fabric of his boxer shorts. Slowly, teasingly, he began pulling down his boxers, revealing inch by inch his big surprise. Jeremy stared in awe and apprehension. Even semi-hard, Ralph's uncut cock had to be eight inches and almost as thick around as Jeremy's wrist. A bead of precum caught the bedside light and glistened at the edge of his foreskin.

Hands on his hips, Ralph thrust his pelvis forward towards Jeremy and grinned. "How you like my fat boy, skinny boy?" Ralph's half-erect dick waggled from side to side. He gripped it and smirked, feeling himself getting harder as much from this cute kid's hungry gape as from the glide of his hand up and down his shaft. He got off on that look on men's faces when they saw his cock, that mixture of admiration, envy, lust, wonder, and intimidation. Ralph was proud of his big uncut cock; proud of the power it held over other men. Looking at Jeremy, he yanked his cock downwards, stroking himself slowly and deliberately, as if he was demonstrating to the younger man the proper handling of his hefty tool. With one hand Ralph cupped his balls and pulled his scrotum taught; with the other he gripped near the head, so he could work his foreskin, tugging to cover the head, then pulling it back to reveal the flared, deep maroon, gleaming knob. A silver thread of precum drooled from it onto Jeremy's thigh.

"You wanna touch it?" Ralph asked, already knowing the answer from Jeremy's open-mouthed stare. Jeremy sat up and reached out, carefully taking Ralph's cock in his hand, feeling its heat and weight as it jumped and hardened further. Ralph groaned; the boy's soft, tentative touch sent a shock of aching pleasure up the length of his shaft and into his balls and belly. He reached down, gently squeezing Jeremy's shoulder. "That's a boy." He put his hand over Jeremy's, guiding him to stroke the full length, lingering at the head to catch some of the precum flow, to make it nice and slick.

Jeremy felt himself trembling, hoping that it didn't show. What was he doing here? He remembered the older man's warning that if Jeremy let him get too far, he wouldn't stop. He could tell that Ralph was stronger, and could force himself onto him if he wanted. "Am I making a big mistake?" Jeremy wondered to himself, but his own hard-on, so intense that it felt like it could burst through his jeans, told him he wasn't going anywhere. And in spite of all of Ralph's tough talk, Jeremy felt surprisingly safe; he knew this was the man he wanted to fuck him for the first time. 

Still holding Jeremy by the shoulder, Ralph took his cock into his own hand, looking down appreciatively at his meat as he hefted it in his hand. "You like this boy? You want it?" Jeremy did want it, he ached for it, but he was afraid. "I-it's too big," Jeremy stammered. "I don't think I'll be able to take it." Still straddling Jeremy, Ralph lowered his body against the younger man's until Jeremy was once again flat on his back. Ralph laid his palm gently against Jeremy's cheek, but firmly pinned his wrist to the mattress with his other hand. The two men looked at each other. 

This boy was a bottom through and through, Ralph could tell, and could also tell he was long overdue to give up his ass and give in to his need. Ralph wanted this boy-he wanted to fuck him six ways till Sunday, fuck him so hard his bones would rattle. But he also wanted to break through his fear. Having taken the anal virginity of quite a few men, Ralph had learned a thing or two about how to go about it. He knew Jeremy was the kind who needed to know who was boss if he was going to get over his apprehension. 

"Oh, you're gonna take it, alright," Ralph told Jeremy, caressing his face as he looked into his eyes, seeing the intensity of desire behind the surface fear. "It doesn't matter what you think you can take, 'cause now you got no choice. I'm fucking that sweet little ass of yours tonight." "Please..." Jeremy whispered, grasping Ralph by the wrist with his free hand. But even he wasn't sure if he meant, "Please let me go" or "Please do whatever you want to me." Ralph gently grasped Jeremy by his wrists, raising his arms over his head, and pressed them to the headboard. Holding Jeremy's arms up with one hand, Ralph let the other glide down the younger man's torso, past his hips, and began undoing his jeans. He slid his hand down Jeremy's waistband, pausing momentarily to caress his erection, then to fondle his balls. Ralph crooked his forefinger underneath, lightly touching the super-sensitive area just below Jeremy's scrotum. Making a beckoning gesture, Ralph tickled Jeremy's perineum, then slid his finger farther down, until he found Jeremy's asshole. He slowly circled it with the tip of his finger. Jeremy writhed. 

"It would please me to know you want this as much as I do, and I don't wanna hurt you," he said firmly, "So it's best if you just accept I'm gonna fuck you and try to relax and let me in." Jeremy's throat was dry, but his underwear had never been so wet from precum. "OK," he whispered, looking into Ralph's face for assurance. 

"OK. Good boy. Lift your ass up," Ralph instructed, and as Jeremy obediently arched his backside off the bed he felt his pants and underwear slide down the length of his legs, then his socks plucked off. Completely naked, his cock liberated from its damp underwear confines, Jeremy's hard-on sprang almost perpendicular from his body. The boy was so hard, Ralph noticed, that his cock visibly throbbed in time with his pulse. Ralph gave Jeremy a lopsided grin as he nodded appreciatively at Jeremy's dick. "Looks like you're interested, buddy," Ralph said. Jeremy's face turned red, but not a drop of blood left his engorged cock.

"I'd like to keep lookin' at that fine piece of yours, but it's time for you to roll over on your belly and let me get started," Ralph told Jeremy. "The first time'll be easier for you if you get on your hands and knees, little man." Shame and desire fought in Jeremy's body as he rolled over onto his stomach and raised himself up on all fours. "This is what you've wanted," he told himself. "It's time to man up and just get it over with." Jeremy had fantasized about this moment, masturbated to imagined scenarios since he was thirteen, but with a cock that size, finally giving up his ass was going to be a trial by fire.

"Ass up, head down, little man," Ralph cheerfully instructed, giving Jeremy a playful slap on his fuzzy butt cheek. Jeremy complied, but fought the urge to bury his face into the pillow in shame. "Oh, yeah, that's a pretty picture," Ralph cooed. He cupped Jeremy's firm, pale ass cheeks in each palm, groping them lustfully before parting them, eager for a first look at his target. "You got a hairy ass, little man," Ralph chuckled. Jeremy, self-conscious about his hairiness, tensed. "Just the way I like," Ralph told him softly, probing with a finger into the dark, furry crevice. Jeremy was perspiring heavily with nervousness, "You sweat much more, you're gonna be slick enough we won't need any lube," Ralph joked. He was trying to keep things light to put the kid at ease, but the trickles of sweat running from Jeremy's backbone along his sides and down the crack of his ass made Ralph so aroused that he wanted to drill this kid like a jackhammer. He could already taste that sweat as he kneaded Jeremy's ass more roughly, parting the rounds of flesh to fully expose the pink pucker visible through the damp tangle of hair. "Oh, yeah," Ralph whispered to himself. Almost as much as I like fucking them, Ralph thought, I like getting 'em ready. 

"I'm gonna work on getting you ready, loosening up that hole of yours," Ralph told Jeremy. "You ready for me?" "Yeah," Jeremy managed to whisper. He squeezed his eyes closed, bracing himself as he felt Ralph grasp and spread his ass wide, the man's thumbs poised on either side of his hole. Feeling his asshole exposed and scrutinized, shame raged inside him, but at the same time the coolness of the air on his open hole made Jeremy tingle, and hearing Ralph murmur softly, "Oh, fuck, yeah," made his cock twitch. Jeremy held his breath and winced in anticipation of the pain. And then-a sensation that he hadn't been expecting, warm and wet and teasing. He realized, astonished, that Ralph was licking his ass, from tailbone to taint. Almost as good as the soft wet sensation of the man's spit and tongue was the pleasurable itchy-tickling of his beard scruff on a part of Jeremy's body that no one else had ever seen, let alone touched, let alone stuck an eager tongue into. He had never felt anything like it, but a sudden wave of embarrassment interrupted the pleasure and he squirmed. Ralph's grip on Jeremy's ass cheeks slackened. "You like that, boy?" Ralph tapped Jeremy's pucker lightly. Jeremy, whimpering his desire in spite of himself, signaled Ralph to keep going. 

Gently but firmly Ralph spread his ass open wider. Jeremy felt a stretch across his hole, and then Ralph's tongue probing. Jeremy moaned softly. He opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder. He saw Ralph kneeling behind him, elbows splayed, making a slurpy smacking sound, like a dog eating, The force with which Ralph was trying to penetrate his hole with his tongue made Jeremy realize that Ralph was enjoying this just as much, and maybe more, than he. Jeremy relaxed and let the suppressed pleasure wash over him. 

"Boy, I could eat your sweet ass all night, but you got my cock so hard right now I'm just aching to take a poke at you." Ralph had stopped licking and poking, and Jeremy felt trickles of liquid down his thighs-sweat, spit, or both? "You ready for the next stage?" Scared but aroused, Jeremy told the older man it was OK. Again he closed his eyes and braced himself for what was about to come. He felt Ralph's big hands cup his ass cheeks, fondling, then squeezing, then rotating his hands so his thumbs slid along Jeremy's crack. He felt Ralph part his ass cheeks, exposing his hole again and held his breath. "Spread your legs a bit more," Ralph instructed, and Jeremy rocked his weight from one knee to the other to take a wider stance. Ralph smoothed the saliva-matted curls away from Jeremy's hole, and spat into his cupped hand. 

Jeremy felt the warm, slick sensation of Ralph's finger soothing the spit onto his hole, and the reassuring weight of the man's hand on his lower back. "Relax, now, just relax," Ralph coached, and Jeremy willed himself to loosen up. Ralph rubbed a spit-slick finger against Jeremy's pucker then slowly began to penetrate him. Jeremy gasped as he felt the man's finger enter him, and Ralph paused. "OK?" Ralph asked. "Yeah, just a little surprised, is all" Jeremy answered, and after a moment admitted, "It feels good." 

"That's my boy!" The praise felt almost as good. Ralph spat directly down onto Jeremy's hole as he squirmed his finger in. Jeremy felt a ring of resistance inside himself open to accommodate Ralph's finger gently pushing inside him. It did feel good, so good-a hundred times better than when Jeremy did it to himself while he jacked off and fantasized about being fucked. "This guy knows what he's doing," Jeremy thought, as Ralph's finger slid in and out, slowly at first, then speeding up, then slowing down again, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep and forceful, getting Jeremy used to the sensation, the pace, of what fucking would be like. 

With his free hand Ralph reached for the bottle on the nightstand; the cold spurt of lube felt delicious on the heat of Jeremy's hole. "You're doing good, there, little man. I'm gonna try two, now..." Before Jeremy could speak, Ralph began wriggling the second finger in. Jeremy felt Ralph's pointer and index fingers slide inside him with surprising ease. Once inside, Ralph spread his fingers, rock-paper-scissors style. "Oh, god," Jeremy whispered. "You like that, huh, boy?" Ralph continued to spread and probe, "I wanna get you ready, wanna open you up a little bit more for me." The boy was so fucking tight that Ralph was afraid he was going to cause him pain, but damn, how fucking good that tightness was going to feel! 

Jeremy was trying to keep himself from moaning his pleasure at the slippery in and out. "Think you can take three?" Ralph asked as he continued thrusting and flexing his fingers up Jeremy's ass. "If you can take three, then it'll be almost like the real thing." The third finger made Jeremy wince and cry out. Now it didn't feel so good, and Jeremy felt himself tense up, causing the pain to sharpen. "Relax, boy, just breathe, I'll take it slow." Jeremy tried to loosen up again, but was now worried that he wouldn't be able to open for Ralph's big cock. But he knew he wanted to try-not only to satisfy his long-denied hunger of feeling another man inside him, but also out of desire to please this man, to give up his control and his body for this man to use for his pleasure. 

Ralph pulled out and thumbed more lube into Jeremy before starting over, one, two, and then three. Now it felt OK. In a few minutes, it felt amazing. Without being aware he was doing so, Jeremy was rocking on his knees, thrusting himself back to meet Ralph's hand as he pushed in. "Aw, that's my boy." Ralph chuckled and caressed the younger man's back. Both of them knew that Jeremy's inhibitions were almost gone, and his need to be fucked filled the room, enveloping the two men like an aura of desire. 

Ralph pulled his slippery fingers from Jeremy and wiped them on the towel by the bed. Jeremy was still obediently on his hands and knees. Both of them were breathing fast, senses heightened, cocks hard, dripping sweat and precum onto Ralph's sheets. "Sit up and look at me, little man," Ralph instructed, and Jeremy raised himself into a kneeling position. Facing the older man. Jeremy yearned to touch him and reached out to lay his palm against the sweaty hair plastering Ralph's muscular chest. Ralph smiled and pulled Jeremy to him for a kiss. Jeremy's hand slid down Ralph's sweat-slick torso until it fell on that which he both feared and wanted. Stroking its damp, veiny length, Jeremy looked down at Ralph's cock, wondering at the size and hardness and heat of what he would be welcoming, or trying to welcome, into the most secret and hidden part of his body. 

Ralph groaned at the feel of the boy's hand on his cock. Jeremy continued looking down, touching, groping, testing. Ralph cupped Jeremy's chin in his palm and pulled his face to his own. "Look at me, boy, in the eye," Ralph commanded, and Jeremy met his gaze. 




Tell Me What You Want



"Tell me boy, do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you?" Jeremy wanted it, intensely, wanted it like a man lost in the desert wants cool water, but still hesitated, ashamed to admit his desire, to say it out loud. "Yes," he whispered. Holding the boy against him, Ralph nuzzled his face against Jeremy. His beard tickled Jeremy's ear, who then he felt the heat of Ralph's breath in his ear as the man whispered back, "Then you gotta tell me, little man." Now Ralph's hand slid down Jeremy's body. He swiped his thumb across the engorged head of the younger man's straining cock, slicking it with a film of precum. Ralph brushed his thumb on Jeremy's parted lips, easing it inside to give the boy a taste of himself. "Tell papa what you want. Tell me you want me inside you."

Jeremy was at first taken aback by Ralph's use of the word "papa," but as the word sank in, he understood how aptly it encapsulated what he wanted. He wanted this big, strong man to hold him, to kiss him, to protect him; he wanted to press himself against Ralph's furry torso, to feel his warmth and feel safe and loved and small in his arms. But at the same time, Jeremy also wanted papa to pin him down and take him, force him open and use his body, ram himself inside and crush him with the weight of his body. 

Jeremy was ready to admit his need-ready to beg for it, if he had to. "Please," Jeremy moaned, "I do. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me." Ralph smiled, and holding Jeremy's flushed face in his hand kissed the salty stickiness from his lips. The pressure of the boy's body against his throbbing cock made Ralph ache to push in. "Good boy," he murmured, stroking Jeremy's curly hair. Fetching a condom off the nightstand, Ralph pressed it into Jeremy's palm. "Open this up for me, little man. Papa's hands are too greasy." While Jeremy fumbled with the packaging, Ralph circled his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, holding it firm for Jeremy to roll the latex sheath as far down Ralph's length as it could go.

"Back on all fours, kiddo" Ralph said, again playing smacking Jeremy on the butt as he got himself into position. Kneeling behind Jeremy, Ralph lubed up his wrapped cock and squirted more onto the boy's ass, working it in with his fingers. "Will he be ready for me now?" Ralph wondered. Only one way to tell... 

Ralph's hands slid from Jeremy's ass. "Hold yourself open for me, boy," Ralph said. "You're tight as a glove and I'm gonna need both hands free to get myself inside you." Jeremy reached back and spread open his ass cheeks. An hour, even twenty minutes ago, he would not have been able to do this, to so willingly and eagerly expose the most intimate part of himself, both physically and psychologically. Now, his heart hammered in expectation and he felt an inner peace knowing that he was on the brink of fulfilling his most ardent desire. 

Ralph gripped his pounding erection tightly in one hand, readying himself, hard and sure. The thumb of his other hand traced a slippery, furry path from the base of Jeremy's tailbone to the top of his hole, and stretched it upwards. Spreading his ass checks wider, Jeremy felt the head of Ralph's cock make contact, and then press firmly against his hole. He trembled. 

"I'm gonna go slow and easy, but it's probably going to hurt," Ralph warned. "If it's too much, tell me and we'll start over, but you need to be brave for papa. Now take a deep breath..." The combined fear and want Ralph could almost feel emanating from Jeremy's body was driving him crazy, but he needed to hold back. "Lots of patience, lots of lube," he thought to himself. Taking a virgin demanded more work and more self-control, but Ralph loved the task. It was a matter of honor, he felt, to guide another man through his first time, to bring him in touch with his needs and desires. Ralph did this well, and he was proud that the men he fucked left him craving to be fucked again. He wanted this boy, on all fours before him and quivering with anxiety and desire, to leave him knowing with all his heart that he was a bottom and that it was good, to no longer feel fear or shame about his need, but to revel in it. Ralph looked down at Jeremy's lube-glistening asshole and rubbed the head of his latex-sheathed cock against the waiting pink pucker. Using both his thumbs, Ralph pulled that hole wider, pushing his cock head against the pucker and watching Jeremy's flesh begin to surrender and surround his cock. The younger man gasped. One more push, and he'd be in...

Jeremy would have cried out, but the pain took his breath away. Like broken glass, or was it more like fire? He feared what his body might do in reaction to the invading pain. He grimaced and mentally coached himself through, "This is what I've wanted for so long. It'll stop hurting in a minute," and then, "be brave for papa." 

Ralph was still only halfway in when he felt the boy tense. "You OK?" Ralph asked. "Yeah," Jeremy lied, in a quiet strained voice. "You need to relax," Ralph instructed, rubbing his lube-slick hand affectionately on Jeremy's lower back. "Just loosen up and let me in. It'll stop hurting in a minute and start to feel good." Ralph held himself half in, despite wanting to start fucking this boy like a mad dog, instead running his hands up and down Jeremy's thighs as he felt the boy slowly start to relax. 

He could bear the pain until it dissipated, Jeremy knew, not because he wanted his ass reamed and his guts filled by this hot sexy man's humongous dick (although yeah, he realized, he did want that, too), but to be with another man as closely and intimately as possible, for their bodies, for a time, to actually merge. He took a deep breath. "I'm OK now," Jeremy told Ralph, and as he relaxed he felt the pain subside. "I can do it. I am doing it," Jeremy encouraged himself silently, allowing himself to open up to what he wanted so badly. 

Seeing his cock penetrating the boy's body sent a ripple of ecstasy through Ralph, and he squeezed another spurt of lube onto his pole. To Jeremy, the lube felt wonderfully cool, easing the heat and friction he felt from being fucked for the first time. "Just a little more, baby," Ralph coaxed. Feeling Jeremy's resistance fall away, he pushed, slowly yet forcefully, until he was all the way inside, the wiry hairs of his balls tickling Jeremy's taint. Jeremy moaned, less with pain and more with pleasure now. Ralph tensed, arched his back and reared up, eyes squeezed closed and groaning in pleasure at the feeling of being all the way inside, every inch of his cock embraced in the tightest, warmest grip, a pleasure that flowed through his whole body. Ralph's pubic bush was already brushing Jeremy's tailbone, yet still the desire to push even further in raged. He grasped Jeremy by the waist, hands on his pelvis, exerting force as if he was simultaneously trying to ram his cock in even more while pulling the boy further down onto his shaft. He wanted as much of himself inside the boy as he could get. 

The two men held themselves still to take in the feel of one another. Ralph felt Jeremy's accelerated heartbeat pulsing around his cock. Jeremy felt Ralph's massive member filling him up and throbbing deep inside him; it now felt so good. In the quiet of the night, they listened to each other breathing and each imagined hungrily what the other must be feeling at the moment. His hands still holding Jeremy at the waist, Ralph slowly began pulling himself out of the boy; as he did so, Jeremy gasped in pleasure at the thrilling sensation of Ralph's length sliding out of his canal. He readied himself for the older man to thrust in, yearning to feel it again. Ralph still went slowly, pushing himself in, inch by inch, all the way, and pulling back out, equally slowly, till only the head of his engorged cock still remained inside, stretching Jeremy's hole. As he methodically thrust in and out, letting Jeremy get used to the feel and the pace, Ralph watched his cock, aroused at the sight of the ring of pink flesh stretching wide to accommodate him, encircling him so tightly. He groped for the bottle of lube as he continued the slow in and out and squirted a glob onto his cock as it slid, working the lube deeper into Jeremy's hole like oil on a piston. Nice and slick and sloppy, Ralph thought, turned on by the moist smacking sound his cock was making on the inwards thrusts, and the faint slurpy suction noise when pulling back out of the kid's now well-lubed and accommodating canal. His body ached to fuck harder, faster, but he restrained his hunger. 

The older man's gentleness put Jeremy at ease, but he could feel that Ralph was holding back. The pain was almost gone, and as it ebbed the incredible pleasure intensified. Jeremy, too, now wanted to be fucked harder and faster. Anticipating Ralph's inward thrust, Jeremy pushed his ass back against Ralph's body, showing the man he was ready. Ralph got the signal, and chuckling softly, said, "I guess that answers my question of whether you're doin' OK." He now grasped Jeremy by his shoulders, grunting with excitement as he sped up, each thrust harder than the last. Each of Ralph's forceful thrusts was accompanied by an emphatic grunt; he wanted to hold back, but he was so turned on by this boy, and by the pleasure he now nakedly showed at giving himself to Ralph that he was getting too close to the edge. 

Jeremy's head was now thrown back, his mouth gaping as he moaned. He had wanted this for so many years, but his fantasies had not prepared him for the intensity of what he was feeling now. He felt Ralph's strong, hairy arms encircle his torso as the older man now drove himself full-force into Jeremy, his chest and belly pressed against the young man's back. In only one way did Ralph fucking him not meet and exceed his hottest fantasy. He didn't want this to stop, but Jeremy desperately wanted Ralph to fuck him face-to-face, to hold him and kiss him as their bodies slammed together. Getting up the nerve, he asked, "Please, can we try something different?"

Ralph stopped thrusting as the boy craned his neck to look back at him, surprised but ready to hear what the kid had to say. "I want to do it so I can look at you, and I want..." Jeremy hesitated, feeling shy, "and I want you to look at me." Ralph was pleased that the kid was learning how to ask for what he wanted. He, too, would prefer to fuck the boy on his back, but knew it was often a more painful position for virgins. "I'd love to see your face as I'm fucking you, little man," he answered, "But it's not as easy if you're on your back." "I think I can do it," Jeremy said, and Ralph eased himself out of the boy. "I want to do it. I want to look at you while you fuck me." 

Neither Jeremy nor Ralph's hard-ons had flagged while they changed position. Both were eager to get back to business as Jeremy settled himself back down into the tangle of bedding. "Now, legs in the air," Ralph commanded, and Jeremy complied, lifting and spreading them to enclose Ralph's body as the older man crept on his knees between the boy's open legs. Ralph placed his hands on Jeremy's inner thighs and pushed down. "I'm gonna try opening you up a little bit more, so just relax." Jeremy let Ralph stretch his legs apart, aware that the force he was using indicated the older man's desire to be back inside of him. Lying on his back, legs in the air, with Ralph now grasping his calves and guiding them up even higher, Jeremy felt more open and exposed than he had on all fours. Now, though, it felt thrilling instead of shameful. Jeremy wanted Ralph to see him, all of him, and to want all that he saw.

"Just rest your ankles up on my shoulders," Ralph instructed. Squeezing more lube onto his palm, Ralph slicked up his big cock and found Jeremy's waiting hole with his forefinger. "Ready?" he asked. Jeremy nodded, gripping the sheets but trying to keep his lower body relaxed and welcoming. It worked. Ralph slid himself in this time with little fumbling or effort, and Jeremy sighed with pleasure as he felt himself be filled with Ralph's thick, probing heat once more. 

With the boy's legs still perched on his shoulders, Ralph crouched and put his balled fists onto the bed on either side of Jeremy, giving quick, shallow thrusts to make sure the boy could take the new position. Sensing the older man's hesitation, Jeremy lifted his ankles from Ralph's shoulders and poised them in the air, wanting to make it easier for papa to take his pleasure. Ralph began thrusting deeper, but slowly, wanting to feel the tightness of Jeremy's inner resistance give way to his cock. As the two men's bodies fell into a rhythm, Ralph became aware of the muscles of his own ass tensing on the inward and relaxing with the outward. He was a solid top, but understood the deep bodily pleasure of being penetrated, often finger fucking himself or sliding in toys when he jacked off. 

Grunting, Ralph raised himself up on his knees from his crouching position. He grasped Jeremy at the waist and pulled the boy towards him. Holding Jeremy's lower body up off the mattress, Ralph was able to fuck more to his satisfaction, deeper and now with more force and speed. The boy's need for this, and the tightness with which his inner body was gripping Ralph's cock, were driving him crazy. 

"Son, I've been tryin' to be gentle," Ralph panted, "but I don't think I can hold back much longer."

"I can take it, papa," Jeremy said. 

"I want to fuck you so hard, boy" Ralph growled. Jeremy's only answer was a groan of needful anticipation. All fear, all pain, was washed away with the rush of this man's passion and the intense pleasure Jeremy felt. Jeremy wrapped his legs around Ralph and arched himself accommodatingly. Still holding the boy at the waist, Ralph's ardor heightened, and he thrust savagely. Ralph shifted his gaze from admiring his cock as it pounded in and out of this hungry boy's hole to the his face. Jeremy was staring at Ralph, his eyes intent, almost hypnotized looking. His breath came in shallow pants, and Ralph felt the boy's hands traveling up the sides of his thighs to cup his thrusting ass. 

Jeremy's gaze had not strayed from Ralph's face. The older man was flushed, dripping sweat, and Jeremy felt a strange sense of accomplishment at the grimaces the older man was making, because of him, because of how good he felt fucking him. 

Ralph met Jeremy's gaze, and the two looked at each other as Ralph forcefully pushed in as deep as he could go. At that moment, for Jeremy, Ralph's face, his eyes, and the exquisite sensation of his massive, magnificent cock hammering in and out of him, stretching him wide, the feeling more exciting with each thrust, were the only things in the world. Without being fully aware, Jeremy had grasped Ralph's butt, as if to try to pull him even deeper into himself. Jeremy was in ecstasy. "Fucking," he thought, as he gave his whole body up to the pleasure of satisfying this man, "is my new religion."

Only one thing was missing from what he had fantasized. As Jeremy looked at Ralph, panting and grunting, sweating and red-faced with effort, he wanted more than anything for the man to kiss him. With one hand still on Ralph's ass to encourage his thrusts, Jeremy let his other hand glide the sweaty expanse of Ralph's back to his neck, cupping the bristly back of the man's head. He exerted a slight pressure, daring to ask him for even more. "Kiss me," Jeremy said; this time, it wasn't a hesitant request or a plea-it was a command. 

Looking down at the boy, Ralph's hunger matched Jeremy's. He fell on top of the boy, twining his fingers into Jeremy's damp hair and pulling his face to his own. They kissed ravenously. Ralph held off thrusting, letting his cock pulse with need deep inside Jeremy's body, and he kissed the boy as deeply as he was fucking him. 

Ralph's pace and force now alternated, slow but deep as they kissed, hard and fast when he felt he couldn't hold back. The boy was in touch with his bottomness, now, Ralph thought, and he wanted Jeremy to bask in it. "Grab that big cock of yours, son," Ralph instructed Jeremy. "I wanna watch you jack yourself. But don't shoot until I give you permission."

Jeremy gripped himself and began stroking. As his hand slid the length of his cock, Jeremy thought his own tool had never looked so big. Certainly, it felt harder than it ever had, so fully engorged it was almost painful-but exquisitely painful. Gaping at his size, and feeling his incredible hardness, Jeremy was right at the edge. He stopped.

"I can't do it," Jeremy told Ralph. "I'm already too close."

Ralph grunted and nodded understandingly. "Just keep yourself on the edge, then little man. I want you to shoot with me..."

"I'm trying to, but it feels so good." Jeremy made himself redirect his pleasure from his cock to his ass, "I want to cum when you do." 

"Christ, kid, I'm tryin' to hold off, but you're making it too damn hard," Ralph said, grasping Jeremy's extended left leg and holding it tight against his torso. His whole body was on fire to shoot, every muscle felt pulled taught, but he didn't want this to end. 

Jeremy wrapped his long legs around Ralph's madly thrusting hips and locking has gaze with Ralph's, whimpered, "I wanna make you cum, papa." Ralph moaned in response, scooping Jeremy into his arms, pulling him up roughly so their sweaty chests slapped in contact and kissed him forcefully. Grasping Ralph tightly with both his arms and legs to keep him as deep inside him as possible, Jeremy bounced wildly on the massive cock he had previously feared would split him open, but now couldn't get enough of. 

Roaring with passion, Ralph pushed Jeremy flat on his back, pinning his arms as he drove in hard and looking down at the boy's ecstatic face, gazing back at him adoringly. Carried away by the intensity of the fucking, and the joy of giving himself so completely to this man, Jeremy began to babble, as if his new religion were making him speak in tongues. "Oh, god, you feel so good inside me. Oh, don't stop. Oh, I want you to cum inside me, oh, please, oh please cum inside me..."

Ralph knew that Jeremy had now pushed him past the point of no return. He reared up and moaned, "Now, boy, now." Jeremy grasped his painfully engorged cock. The fullness and pressure inside him, the thrusting against his prostate, had kept him at the brink of orgasm for what seemed like hours, and it only took four, five strokes. Gripping himself tight, Jeremy felt his spunk coursing up the length of his cock, boiling madly, and erupting with a force and intensity he'd never before known. The first shot landed in his hair, and dripped down onto his shoulder-something he felt proud of when Ralph praised him afterwards. Subsequent spurts hit him on the chin, his chest, down to his stomach, hot as melted candle wax against his damp skin, before the remainder of his copious load oozed out onto his clenched fist.

Seeing the kid shoot his load took Ralph over the edge." Oh, Jesus god," he cried out, as his thrusting became spasmodic and he lost himself entirely in the heat and sweat and fur and cum and wild, uncontrollable fucking. He threw his head back in a silent shout of ecstasy as a blazing orgasm racked his whole body, his entire being. He erupted, flooding the condom with burst after burst of scalding, sticky cum, filling the tightness of the latex encasing his magnificent cock, deep within the pulsating tightness of Jeremy's body. 

Spent and gasping, Ralph let the weight of his body fall onto Jeremy. Luxuriating in the hot heaviness of Ralph's body on top of his, and the sensation of that enormous cock still up his ass, Jeremy wrapped his arms and legs around the exhausted man and felt the presence of angels. 

***

The two men lay side by side in the damp rumple of bedding. Ralph slid his arm around Jeremy and pulled him to him, to rest the younger man's face against chest. Jeremy snuggled against Ralph. He could hear the older man's heart beating, and felt safe and content.




Tell Me What You Want



"Jesus, little man, that was intense," Ralph said, enjoying the soft warmth of Jeremy's cheek against his nipple. "You got me so hot I couldn't control myself." Jeremy and pressed himself tighter against his new papa's body. "We'll go again in a few minutes, and maybe then I'll really show you what I can do," Ralph bragged. He'd fuck Jeremy again with the same fervor and heat, but this time he wanted to build up to it slower, enjoy the sensation of himself deep inside this other man, and let him enjoy having himself filled so fully.

"I'd like that, pops," Jeremy responded as he closed his eyes and nuzzled Ralph's chest. "I want you to show me all kinds of different ways to do it. I want you to fuck me standing up, with me on top, on our sides, in the shower, whatever other ways we can think of." 

Ralph laughed at the eagerness of his newly broken-in bottom. He snuggled Jeremy closer and kissed the top of his head. "Don't worry, little man, we've got plenty of time."



Tell Me, Where Does It Hurt Baby?



You were walking on the hospital floor waiting for morning to come because you knew you were going home. When you heard a soft but deeply sexy yet familiar voice say "Hey baby showing off a little of that tight ass of yours aren't you?" You turned to see me standing in the dimly lit corridor. Immediately your cock got hard and came to a full erection. I smiled and motioned with my finger for you to come closer, and you did without any hesitation.

You were surprised to say the least, and excited that I was actually there. I smiled at your small fitting gown. I'm sure the nurse gave you it on purpose just to show off your hot body, but I liked it since it definitely accentuated your hard cock and tight ass!

I looked again at how hot you looked and stopped just to lick my lips and as I did I smiled. You saw me doing this and liked the idea of me looking at your outline in that gown. Being there in the hospital with you looking so pitiful yet so hot, making me feel even closer to you. In your room I reached up to get something out of the closet. But by doing so, I got your attention.

As I did you reached over and touched my thigh drawing a heart with your finger, I sighed and my heart raced even more. You drew it again, but this time on the other leg, and I trembled, quivering under your touch and saying, "Don't stop." I was already squirming just thinking about what was about to happen between us.

We looked around at the empty room, thank god for private rooms and you reached over to pull me into your bed. Shuffled under the covers, and caressing each other in a deep kiss.

We both had longed for this since we'd been apart, so it was very long and passionate. Your strong arms holding me close, one hand finding my skirt and pushing it up, as you did discovering I wasn't wearing any panties. As we continued kissing I felt your cock growing harder through your gown and felt you throbbing beneath the sheets. I reached down even though we were in your hospital room. I just couldn't stand another minute and grabbed it anyway. 

I turned around and saw the bathroom got up moving quickly and motioned for you to follow. Your heart was racing but you came to me without me saying another word.

As you stepped into the light you saw that I had unbuttoned my top showing off my huge ivory breasts. I began to undress you with one hand and as I did I reached into the shower and started the shower water running. I'd locked the door so we'd be sure and not get interrupted, because I was stealing a moment in heaven with you, regardless of where we were. I pulled you're gown up over your head after un-tying it, leaning you up against the wall and kissing you ever so passionately. You're taking my clothes off as we go. I'm kissing you on your neck just behind your ear. I whisper to you how much you're going to love this. I'm going to make you cum so hard and so long, because I just couldn't wait for you to get home. So I came up and surprised you instead. 

As I'm kissing you down your chest I stop to nibble your nipples as I follow your happy trail of soft hair down past your belly button, I'm running my hands down onto your hard cock. Slipping my way down, I move down and wrap my hot lips around your throbbing erection. The water is running and your heart is pounding. The idea of making love in the shower turns us on. But the fact we are in the hospital in your room even makes it more exciting. 

I take your cock fully into my mouth, four long three short and one really long deep one, all I can hear is, damn baby that feels so good.

I pull off and lick your balls from one to the other you feel my HOT tongue as I'm squeezing your ass cheeks, I hear you say and feel you grasping my hair a little harder. OHhhhhh baby I want you so bad.

Running my fingers down that little trail between your ass and your balls scraping just lightly with my nails because I know just exactly how much this turns you on. 

DAMN BABY I hear you say and I stop and smile.

I come back up with my lips bending you back just a little so to get full penetration as I set you down gently on the stool you know the one inside the shower. You really hadn't looked at the hospital showers like this before but this is so erotic! 

You feel your cock hitting the back of my throat, so hot now the deeper and harder I suck you feel like Cumming, but I just keep going knowing you're loving every minute of the moment. The harder I suck and the faster I go, you know you're about ready to shoot your wad right here in my wanting mouth, so I stop, and started kissing you ever so softly and passionately. 

I motion for you to step into the shower under the running water, it is warm and feels so good running down between our bodies. The water is hitting your back as I massage your entire body because you're a little sore from lying in that hard bed the last couple days, but feeling more tired of being alone and horny. 

I pull back letting you pleasure me for I can see in your eyes that exactly what you're wanting to do. You lean down and lick my nipples as your other hand finds my hot pussy. Even though we're in the shower you can still feel how wet and hot my pussy is! 

As you are fondling my wetness I'm giving you licks and kisses talking really dirty to you softly in your ear. I'm saying how being here with you like this sparks things inside me I haven't felt for a very long time. You kiss me telling me you're going to take me right here right now. 

You gently bend my head down and position me in front of you and enter my hotness! You're starting to shake at he knees because you're still a little weak. This is getting you so pumped your holding my long blonde hair gently but firmly just to keep your balance as you drive your throbbing cock harder and harder into me. 

You can hear your balls slapping my ass in the wetness of the water. Its driving you crazy feeling my hair between your fingers as you tug just a little harder it excites you a little more with each thrust. Feeling my hard nipples between one hand with your thumb and forefinger. You let go of my hair and slide your hand down my back just between my ass cheeks grabbing my ass tighter and giving me a couple more swift spats of the ass, which does nothing, more than heighten your mood! 

Droplets of warm water splatter our faces, feeling the water trickle down between our bodies as you were spanking my ass makes you drive into me harder and harder and a lot deeper. Deep inside my hotness I feel you hard cock pulsing and thrusting into me. You're driving your cock so deep into my pussy you think you can definitely feel the bottom, knowing it will drive you over the edge and I stop abruptly and say "Where does it hurt baby" just before I feel you Cumming inside me.

This was written for the one man in my life who completes me...When all I'd find was Mr. Wrong he was my Mr. Right but he got lost looking for me.... Then one day an angel dropped him out of the sky like a wild twister but right in my lap from OZ. 

Licks & Kisses, 

V@--}--2--{--@V 



Tell Me Who Is Better



Paul stepped through the door into the apartment building's front office. He heard a familiar voice call out in answer to the bells made by the door he had just opened. 

"I'll be right there."

Paul smiled. She sounds much less belligerent in her new environment, he thought.

Laurie immerged from a small room that was behind the reception desk. From the papers she held in her hand, Paul assumed it most be the copier room. She stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw him. All five feet five inches and one hundred seventeen pounds of her stood still and didn't move. 

Paul took a moment to observe how different she seemed. She looked nice. Just as tan as ever. She'd cut her hair though. Instead of going halfway down her back, it now barely covered her neck. The beige sleeveless sweater and the earth toned mini skirt she wore went well with her complexion. Was she wearing a bra? Yes, she is, Paul thought. He was certain he'd never seen her wear a bra before. Have her tits grown? Yes, they have. Perhaps, though, the sweater and the bra created an illusion of growth. Paul looked forward to finding out later. 

"Hello, my dear," he said.

"My God," she said. "You haven't called me in forever. I had no idea you were even in Texas."

Paul smiled hesitantly. She didn't seem as happy to see him as she normally did. "I know I should have called," he said. "But, I wanted to surprise you."

"Shit," she said as she ran from behind the counter and threw her arms around him. Their lips met and his tongue found its' way into her mouth at the same moment his hands cupped her ass. God, he loved her ass.

She broke the kiss and said, "How did you know I'd be here?"

Still cupping her ass, he kissed the top of her head and said, "I went by your apartment first, and Frankie told me you'd be here."

"I didn't think Frankie was home."

"She was just leaving. She was with your friend Armando."

Laurie smiled and giggled. "From what I was told, Armando became as much your friend as he is mine."

Paul blushed. He'd hoped that her friend would keep their encounter to himself. Obviously, he had not, and had revealed to Laurie that in a moment of weakness he could still be encouraged to have sex with men. He'd been seduced by his best friend, Steve, when they were teenagers at summer camp. He'd had a few follow on encounters, but those were decades ago and he'd thought that had been merely a phase. Armando had shown him the flame of his homosexual desires still kindled. 

Paul tried to speak, but she put a finger to his lips and said, "Shush."

Then she kissed him again. As their tongues entwined, he felt her tits press into his torso. They have grown, he thought. Well, she is twenty now. That's about when Nat's went from an A cup to a C cup almost overnight. Not that he spent time looking at Nat's tits. She was his daughter after all. A change like that would have been impossible not to notice. Besides, they were nice tits. Nice tits are difficult not to look at. Even if they do belong to your daughter.

Laurie's words brought him from his thoughts.

"What was that, dear?" 

She smiled and said, "I said that I was hungry."

"Well, we can't have that. Now can we?"

She shook her head and said, "No, we can't. Let me lock up, and we'll go get some seafood."

*

Paul cut into his steak. Nice and rare. Good. Laurie had rejected the seafood restaurant when she discovered they would not let her smoke. He looked up as he chewed his meat and found her staring at him, one hand using her fork to play with her salad, the other holding a cigarette. Something is on her mind, he thought. It's not like her not to speak out though. He placed his knife and fork down on his plate and after swallowing said, "I thought you were hungry."

She dropped the cigarette into her glass of water and said, "I suppose I'm hungry for something else."

Paul gulped as he felt her bare foot work its' way up his thigh until she was gripping and massaging his cock with her toes. She smiled as he squirmed. "You want to finish that steak, or do you want to go fuck?"

Paul raised his hand to attract the waitress. "Check, please."

*

Paul arched his back and groaned as he lay back on Laurie's bed. Her lips circling his cock as she slowly worked a finger into his asshole. She let the dick slip from her mouth and licked her way from the tip down to the base. Slowly, she began to lather his balls with her tongue. She removed her finger from his ass and softly rimmed his anal ring. Paul moaned louder. He knew he wouldn't last like this, and he wanted to last. So, he pulled Laurie up so that her lips met his before he rolled her onto her back. Her legs opened and he slipped naturally into place between them, his cock finding its' way to her moist slit. She gasped as the tip entered her, and lay beneath him motionlessly enjoying the feeling as Paul completed penetrating her.

She raised her knees and placed her feet flat on the mattress and groaned as he drove in and out of her. Paul had been too long without having her. He still loved his wife, but she didn't excite him the way this young girl did. Every time he was with her, he felt like a young boy on the way to the prom. He lasted only about thirty seconds before he was erupting inside her, just like a young boy after the prom. 

He rolled off her and fought for breath, ashamed that he'd been unable to hold off. He felt her head resting on his shoulder that was nearest her, her finger circling his closest nipple. He kissed the top of her head and said, "I'm so sorry."

She smiled, "It's okay. Get some sleep. It'll be better later."

Would it, Paul thought as he watched her drift off?

*

Paul awoke from his restless sleep. Laurie was still in bed next to him, but she had turned her back to him, her arms wrapped around the blanket as if it were her lover instead of he. Her even breathing gave indication that her sleep was much sounder than his had been. As always when he awoke, his dick was hard. Instead of waking her though, he stepped from the bed and softly tip toed to the bathroom. He didn't want her to hear him, so he chose to pad his way out to the hall to use the guest bathroom. 

He sighed as he relieved himself. When he finished, he gave it the customary two shakes and reached for the toilet's handle to flush. As he was pressing down on the handle, he felt the presence of another and turned to the door. Laurie's friend, Armando was standing in the door smiling at him. 

"Hello again," Paul said nervously.

"Hello yourself, handsome."

Paul blushed at the naked young man's compliment. 

Unable to think of anything else, Paul asked, "How was your evening?"

Armando smiled, "About as good as yours it seems. We're each standing here naked, and we each left a naked girl sleeping in our beds."

Paul relaxed slightly and returned Armando's smile. "Yes. I'm sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't wake me," Armando said as he took a step into the bathroom. 

"Well," Paul said. "Let me move on then, and you can get about your business."

"Don't you want to watch?"

"Huh?"

"Watch me," Armando said. "Wouldn't you like to watch me pee?"

"I-I guess," Paul said. "If you want me to."

"Stay," Armando said as he softly touched Paul's arm.

As he stepped aside to let Armando access the toilet, Paul couldn't stop his eyes form drifting to the boy's penis. As he watched the stream of urine flow into the toilet, Paul felt himself growing erect.

Armando finished, then smiled at Paul and asked, "Want to shake it for me?"

Even before the words finished coming out of Armando's mouth, Paul was reaching his hand to the boy's cock, gently shaking the last drops from it as he felt it grow hard in his hand. At that same moment, Armando was also softly gripping Paul's pipe like erection. Paul gasped as the boy slowly began to stroke and subconsciously returned the favor. Armando leaned his lips to Paul's right nipple and carefully kissed and licked it. Paul groaned. "We should stop," Paul said hoarsely. 

"Why?" Armando asked as he continued moving his hand along the length of Paul's cock. He smiled inwardly at the thought of Paul's suggestion even though he continued to stroke Armando's cock just as thoroughly as Armando was stroking his.

Paul didn't answer, so Armando said, "You don't want to stop. Do you?"

Paul shook his head.

"So why should we stop?"

Paul tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling as he said, "Because of Laurie."

Armando laughed. "She's right in there. Go to her."

Paul didn't move for a moment. When he did move, it was not to go back to Laurie but to drop to his knees. "Ah. That's it," Armando sighed. "Suck my cock. You suck cock so good. So fucking good."

Armando let Paul suck him until he was just on the verge of cumming. Then he guided Paul to his feet and lovingly leaned him over the sink counter top. He placed soft kisses on the back of Paul's neck as his finger found it's way to Paul's anus and meticulously began to rub and massage his anal ring. With his other hand, he reached under and carefully tweaked the same nipple he'd been kissing before. Armando shifted until he was positioned behind Paul so that he could rub the head of his cock along Paul's crack. Paul groaned again. Never had he felt such anticipation.

He groaned even louder when Armando dropped to his knees and began to tongue his asshole. After it was thoroughly wet from Armando's saliva, Armando rose and proceeded to again rub the head of his cock into Paul's asshole. His cock head was now glistening with precum, which combined with the lubrication provided from his tonguing, Armando was able to slowly slip just the tip of his cock into Paul's ass. 

Paul bit down, and Armando stopped to let him adjust. Armando eased a little more of his cock into Paul's ass before he stopped again. He softly rubbed Paul's back and said, "Relax for me."

Through gritted teeth, Paul said, "I'm trying."

Armando slowly worked another inch of his cock into Paul's ass before he leaned down and spoke softly into his lover's ear. "I think Frankie has some condoms in her purse. I could put one on if you want."

Paul shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

Armando slipped another two inches into him before Paul could gasp, "No. It's better this way."

Armando smiled as he finished penetrating Paul and stopped with his cock filling Paul's rectum. "You like getting rode bareback, don't you?"

Paul nodded, and Armando kissed his ear and as he slowly pumped his cum into Paul's ass and said, "All my lovers do."

*

Paul slipped quietly back into Laurie's bedroom. He could see her shape outlined under the sheet as she lay on her stomach sleeping, the form of her perfect, round ass clear for his observance. He stood at the foot of the bed and slowly eased the sheet from her so that he could see her in her full nakedness. Almost, as if on command, she seemed to raise her ass as an offering to him. 

He kneeled behind her and kissed first one ass cheek and then the other. He followed that action by slowly licking her ass crack from bottom to top. As he applied his tongue to her asshole, he cautiously inserted his thumb into her pussy. Slowly and carefully working the thumb in and out as his tongue lathered her tightly puckered little anal ring. 

She moaned, letting Paul know that she was awake. He slipped the thumb that was now coated with her pussy juices into her asshole and worked it in and out of her ass just as he had been working it in and out of her pussy. He badly wanted to fuck her ass. He knew she'd let him. She never denied him. God, he loved her ass, so firm, so tan, so perfectly round. He wanted her ass. Later, he thought, as he placed the tip of his penis along the lips of her pussy and rubbed. 

She lifted her ass higher, giving him full access to her cunt. He pushed into her, and they both gasped. He was even more excited now than he had been earlier in the evening, but he fought for control and won. She bumped back against him, urging him to increase his tempo. He knew she wanted it hard. She always wanted it hard. Except when she wanted it soft. So, he gave it to her hard. And fast. Hard and fast. Furiously, he pumped. Guiding her, controlling her, taking her to the edge. And pushing her over it, sending her screaming to the heavens. Crying out to the God that he was sure she only believed in at moments like these. 

When she had finished cumming and collapsed beneath him, he withdrew and rolled her to her left side, lifting her right leg, and pressing his still hard cock against her anus. She screamed as he pressed his head into her ass with his first thrust, pushed three inches into her with his second thrust, and filled her rectum with his third. Five more full thrusts, and he was shooting his load into her ass. At last, he gasped and fell with her and lay loose like a spent rag doll. 

She fumbled over the table at her side of the bed until she found her cigarettes and shook a Marlboro loose from the pack. She had it lit and was sucking smoke deep into her lungs before Paul could even offer to light it for her. She took a second drag and handed the cigarette to Paul. Rather than accepting it, he let her place it in his lips. He sucked on the cigarette as she twisted out of the bed and enjoyed the nicotine nearly as much as he enjoyed watching the roll of her perfect ass as she walked to her bathroom. 

When she returned, he was stuffing the cigarette out in her ashtray. It did not go unnoticed to him that she had a mirror in her hand with three lines of cocaine laid out on it and a gold straw laying next to the third line. She sat Indian style on the bed and used the straw to snort one of the lines into her left nostril. She offered the mirror to him and he shook his head. 

"Come on," she said. 

He let her hand him the straw and paused as she held the mirror for him. "Just this one time."

"Whatever you say, honey."

He hesitated as he thought, what the hell. Howie, swears by it. No. He shook his head and handed her back the straw. 

"Everybody does it," she said. "Surgeons, grad students, fifty-two year old school teachers, tennis players. Hotel owners. Every fucking body."

She snorted the second line and handed him the straw again. 

He hesitated, and was just about to say, what the fuck, and take the straw; when she shrugged and snorted the last line herself. 

She sat the mirror aside before looking back to Paul and saying, "So. Tell me. Who's a better fuck?"

Shit, Paul thought. She hadn't been sleeping and she heard him with Armando.

"Huh," she said. "Which one of us is better?"

"Laurie," he said, and then stopped.

"Come on, damn it. Tell me who fucks better. Me or Kelli?"

"Laurie." He had been about to tell her Armando was just like a spell that he'd been unable to resist when her question sank in. "You or Kelli?"

"That's right. Me or my little sister?"

"Laurie. I didn't…."

"Shut up. You know you fucked her. And I know you fucked her. Why lie about it?"

After a moment, he said, "It was Howie."

"Oh," she replied with sarcasm. "It was Howie. What? Did Howie take your cock out for you and put it in her pussy for you?"

"No."

"No. Of course he didn't. You picked up my little sister, and you and your friend took turns fucking her. My drunk little sister at that."

"I know it seems bad, but…"

"Drunk, and scared, and two thousand miles from home, and she's my little sister."

"Laurie…."

"Stop Laurieing me and just tell if she's a good fuck."

"Yes. She's a good fuck."

"Yeah. Well. She's now a good pregnant fuck."

Paul's jaw dropped. Take that, you bastard, she thought. 



Tell Me Why



I had been on a rare business trip and I was eager to get back home and relax. The older I get, the more I appreciate my home, cuddling with the wife, and a couple cold beers. You really can't ask for too much more, can you?

I walked through the doorway and heard nothing. Usually, Jen would have the radio on, or a CD of Enya playing when she was home alone. I went through the living room and into the kitchen. Jen was sitting at the table, crying like a baby.

After 23 years of marriage, I am able to detect certain hints that indicate unhappiness. This was definitely one of them! I quickly realized that whatever the problem was, it wasn't an emergency. Jen handles them very well and only allows tears when there is time to spend on personal emotions.

I grabbed a cold MGD from the refrigerator, pulled out a chair from under the table, and sat down across from Jen. I knew she would tell me the cause of her tears when she was ready. I didn't know it would take so long. Jen just blubbered for another 15 minutes as I sipped my beer and waited.

"Mike, I have done something terrible and I feel like dying!" she finally wailed. 

Then the tears started in again. I sat there, not really daring to attempt a guess as to what exactly Jen had done. With my wife, a terrible thing could range from cold-blooded murder to accidentally admitting her true weight. It took another two minutes, but she blew her nose and composed herself.

"I went to Tom and Linda's party last night. Remember we accepted an invitation before you found out you had to leave town on business?" asked Jen. "You said I should make an appearance anyway?"

I nodded my head and waited.

"I guess I had more to drink than I realized. A man there offered to give me a lift home so I wouldn't have an accident or get picked up by the police for driving under the influence," continued Jen. "He walked me to the door and I tried to thank him by shaking his hand. He just took me in his arms and kissed me hard!"

"Jen, I don't think you have to be so upset," I finally spoke. "If you like, I will look him up and straighten him out on that."

"Mike! That isn't the problem. At least it is only the beginning of the mess I am in. He persuaded me to invite him in and the next thing I knew, we were having sex in our bed!" she almost screamed in her agony.

I would have felt better if she had taken the butcher knife and plunged it into my heart! I felt dizzy and weak. I began to perspire and I felt cold. It was if I was suddenly afflicted with some terrible disease or infection, or something. Breathing became difficult. I lowered my head to my hands and tried to regain control. If I had been able to think of a response, I wouldn't have been able to voice it. I don't believe I passed out, but I lost all track of time. Jen's loud crying was the only noise in the room. 

I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually I began to regain some semblance of rational thought. I knew I could not control myself to remain civil to Jen, and I had no desire to physically harm her. I stood, grabbed another beer and walked back out the front door. We have a front porch with some wicker furniture on it. I sat down in a chair in the evening shadows and tried to think through my anger. I could faintly hear Jen's sobs from the kitchen.

We had been married 23 years, had two kids in college, and were just beginning to feel comfortable with our lives. In fact, I thought we were happier than we ever had been. Our income was more than adequate. We hadn't had any of those money spats lately, which married people, especially with kids, so often have. I had adjusted to the empty nest easier than Jen, but I thought we were doing great. 

To go from being a contented guy to contemplating divorce in a matter of minutes was quite a leap. I knew myself well enough to know I would never have an open marriage, or enjoy any kind of swinging lifestyle. I needed the complete devotion of one woman and I always felt I had it. I had never strayed, or even came close.

We were partners. We owned everything jointly. We were best friends, or at least we had been. I would have laid down my life for Jen and been proud and happy to do it. She was such a large part of what I was, that I couldn't see how I could function without her. I had become dependent on her presence, her wisdom, and her love. Now I was sitting in the twilight weighing if, and how, I should rid myself of her. It was the lowest point of my life.

Finally, I drew a deep breath and went back into the house. Jen had stopped crying. She was probably dehydrated and simply unable to shed any more tears. I sat back down at the table.

Jen slowly raised her eyes to look into mine. It appeared that she was deeply shocked at what she saw. She gave an audible gasp and her hands trembled nervously.

"When you are ready to discuss this, this situation without tears and crying, let me know. We have a great deal we need to determine. I will try to be fair," I stated so coldly and unemotionally I surprised myself.

My lack of emotion wasn't lost on Jen, either. She slowly shook her head as she listened to me.

"Mike!" she sobbed again. "Don't leave me, please. It was a mistake. It won't ever happen again. I promise!"

"I have no reason to trust you or believe anything you tell me, Jen. I thought I could bet my life on you. Shit! I pretty much have bet my life on you. 23 years is a long goddamn time to invest in anything to have it go bust!" I replied.

"We have to decide our course of action from here on, but you have to be rational. I think it would be best if we just avoid each other for awhile," I reasoned. "When you feel you are able to answer my questions and make some decisions, let me know. However, do not think this can drag out indefinitely. It can't. I can't, and won't, live like this very long."

I got up and went to the linen closet and dug out linens for our son's bed. Jen watched in abject misery as I made up the bed.

"Mike, can't you still sleep with me, in our room?' she pleaded. "I need you more than I ever have."

"That's a goddamn shame!" I snapped. "What the hell do you think I am? A fucking wimp? A spineless shit that will sleep in the same bed his wife betrayed him in? Sleep with the unfaithful tramp that betrayed him? I have never been unfaithful, and I'll be goddamned if I'll sleep in a bed, or room, were my wife has made me a fucking cuckold!"

I firmly guided her from the room and locked the door. It was early but I was totally drained. I slept in short spans that night and got up in the morning feeling more exhausted than when I went to bed. 

To my surprise, Jen was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of her. I checked the clock and it was 5 AM. I couldn't remember that last time we were both up that early on a Sunday morning. I poured myself a cup and took a seat at the table. 

"I want to get this over with, Mike," she announced. "I will tell you everything and you can tell me what comes next."

"Then start talking and don't make me ask a bunch of questions. You know what I need to hear and I expect you to tell me," I answered. "Go ahead and start."

"I started out having fun at the party, but I must have had a few too many drinks and you weren't there to take care of me. This guy flirted with me from the time he found out you weren't coming," admitted Jen. "I enjoyed the attention. As you know, I am 44 years old. It felt good to have a man seem interested in me."

I stood up suddenly and refilled my cup. Jen stopped talking when I moved so abruptly.

"I can see this isn't going to work, Jen. You want to play games and I am in no mood. It is taking every thing I have to control my anger," I warned. "You are not helping at all."

"I thought you wanted to know what happened, Mike," she responded. "I was just…."

"Shut the fuck up!" I snarled. "You are trying to use spin control here. You know what I have to hear, but instead you're just bullshitting me. I am not in the mood. I'll ask the questions and you answer them!"

Jen was shocked. I had never spoken to her like that before. I had always treated her with respect and love. But then, she had always deserved it before. She slowly nodded her head and I started in.

"Who the hell was this cocksucker? You have been remiss in revealing that rather important fact," I told her.

"I really think it would be better if you didn't know, Mike. I know you and you'll do something bad and get into trouble. I think…"

"Then pack your fucking bags and hit the fucking road!" I yelled. "If you were thinking of me you wouldn't have fucked him, would you? If you want to keep things from me, fine. My lawyer will talk to your lawyer and you can carry your lover's name to your grave. Shit, you'll probably move in with the bastard. If that's what you want, then we'll skip this agony. Just pack and go!" 

"No, Mike!" cried Jen. "He isn't my lover! I don't want to ever see him again. I'm just afraid you'll kill him or something. I couldn't live with that."

"If you want to decide what you can live with, and what you can keep from me, we are done right now." I declared. "Either you answer every question or get the fuck out. Those are your options."

"It was Wes Stevens!" blurted Jen. "His wife was at a family funeral. He, he slept with me."

I showed no more emotion to Jen. In my mind, I was wondering if I could kick his ass. One thing was certain. I was going to give it my best shot! He was a little taller than me and maybe 10 pounds heavier. I also had about five years on him, but fuck it! It was mine to do, and I had no intentions of shirking that duty. There are a few things in life that are so obvious, so clear to a man, that they need no thought. I had to keep an appointment with Wes Stevens.

"Did you suck his cock, Jen?" I demanded. "How big is his cock, anyway?" 

"Mike! Don't talk to me like that!"

"Well, fuck you!" I shot back. "You don't deserve any consideration. Any time you feel you are betraying your lover, you can walk and I will never ask again, but you won't be allowed back through that door without a court order!"

Jen was just beginning to realize the depth of my anger. She had always been able to charm, cajole, or coerce her way with me. As upset as she had been, I don't think she really knew how thin the ice was. She was starting to understand. She slumped a little in resignation and fear.

"He wanted me to suck his cock, but I wouldn't. I wasn't that certain I even wanted to be with him, but he was persistent and I was weak. It is not an excuse, I know. His cock was very similar to yours. I even remember thinking to myself that most men must have about the same equipment," answered Jen.

"Did you use a condom?"

Jen blushed and looked to the floor as she answered, "No."

"Did he come inside you?" I grilled.

"Y…yes, he did," confessed Jen.

"Do you plan on keeping the baby?" I quietly asked.

"Ohh! Mike! I shouldn't get pregnant. I had my period a few days ago," Jen assured me. "I was safe."

"It sounds like you considered it at the time and decided to risk it. Is that accurate?"

"No, it isn't. I thought about it all day yesterday," Jen told me. "That was pure luck."

"Yeah, that was lucky," I repeated sarcastically. "Time will tell how lucky it was."

Jen had been holding up pretty well but was beginning to weaken as my questions cut her to the core. It was extremely difficult for a woman that had always been as moral as Jen to discuss such a sordid subject, especially when she was involved. Tears began tracing paths down her cheeks.

"Did you have an orgasm, Jen? How many times did you do it? Did he come more than once? What positions did you do? Did you make any plans to meet again? Did you think of me at all? Do you want more strange cock now? Should we run an ad in the paper or on the Internet? How much fucking do you want, and need?" I went on without mercy. "Tell me!"

"I didn't have an orgasm. I didn't really enjoy it. He just stuck it in and came, just once. He was terrible. I don't want to ever see him again and I don't want any one but you, ever again! I wish it had never happened." sobbed Jen.

"Why did you confess to me?" I asked more gently. "Why didn't you keep it a secret?" 

"I knew I would go crazy with guilt, Mike. The only way I can survive this horrible mistake is to get you to forgive me and love me again. I pray you can!" Jen replied passionately.

"That is the single reason I haven't tossed you out, possibly after using my belt on your ass for ten minutes or so," I told her. "If I had found this out some other way, it would have been far worse. Believe me."

"And I do deserve a beating, Mike. If that would help, I would gladly let you whip me till the skin was gone. I would feel punished and be able to pick up the pieces of our life," confided Jen. "If only it were that simple!"

"You will give two weeks notice tomorrow that you are quitting your job," I stated. "You will make an appointment with your doctor and get checked for disease and pregnancy."

"Mike! I am due for a promotion and a raise this year! I will stay away from Wes. I don't work on the same floor that he works on," Jen reasoned. "I can avoid him."

I sat there looking into Jen's red, swollen eyes as she pleaded her case. I didn't even blink. I had made my decision. She would now have to make hers. As she returned my stare, she reached her decision.

"Okay, I'll submit my resignation and make an appointment with the clinic. I really fucked things up, didn't I, Mike?" asked Jen. 

"Give away the bed and we'll remodel the bedroom so I can stand being in the room. I will sleep alone in Tom's room indefinitely. This is not going to be easy for me to forget, or at least forgive, Jen. I feel I have to try. I have too much invested in you to give up. That doesn't mean it will work. I really have been hurt by your actions," I admitted.

"Mike, I'll do anything you want of me to make it up. You are being hard, but I can see it is the only way. Don't give up on me, please. You will be glad you gave me this chance, I promise." Jen managed between sobs.

Jen gave notice at her job the next day. She made an appointment with her doctor for Friday. At night she worked on a resume for finding a new position. She made dinner and pretty much left me to my thoughts. I was having a tough time.

I never had doubts about Jen before. I had always trusted her implicitly and shared all my thoughts with her. Now I felt both alone, and lonely. I missed the little things, the smiles, the quick kisses, the quick feels, and the sharing. I couldn't believe how much Jen's indiscretion had changed my very personality. 

I no longer trusted her, which was destroying my feelings for her. It had to be hard for Jen, but I really didn't care about her. I was far too concerned with my own well-being. 

My hairline was receding a little, my chest seemed to be headed south and my eyebrows jutted in every direction. Hair had begun to sprout in my ears. I found myself wondering if I could somehow comb it back to meet my hairline. My confidence had taken a severe blow. Did Jen want a younger, more virile man? I had never been an Adonis and Jen was a very attractive woman. Suddenly I was a jealous husband. I was insecure. Jen had taken that trust and contentment I had enjoyed and destroyed it. Now every man was a potential competitor and I didn't feel that I offered very much competition. I was miserable.

It was three weeks later that I bumped into Wes Stevens. I was with a coworker and we had just visited a jobsite, checking on the progress of the crew and to see if anything was needed. We were headed for the car when I saw Wes picking his way through the construction debris. His company sold and installed security systems and he was probably trying to make a commission selling to our project. I never actually found out for sure.

"Hey guys," he yelled to us. "Wait up. I want to talk to you."

We had only met a couple times at a some of Jen's company functions. Men don't remember the husbands of women they want to fuck, but men do remember the men that try to fuck their wives. He didn't place me as Jen's husband. We were just two guys he was trying to network. As he walked around a delivery truck to reach us, I took the opportunity to give my coworker a heads-up.

"Dave, this shithead and I are going to have a go-round. I expect you to stand back and stay the hell out of it, okay?" I demanded more then asked.

Dave gave me a quick look and nodded. I think he could see how deadly serious I was.

"Would you two be the ones I should talk to about security needs here?" asked Wes. 

"I'm the one you should talk to about taking advantage of Jen, asshole," I answered. He looked bigger than I remembered.

"Jen?" repeated this Wes. "I'm here on business, Buddy. We can discuss trim latter."

I have always heard that the first punch is a huge advantage. I hate to think how things would have turned out if I hadn't landed the first shot to his jaw. He staggered back and shook his head. Then he came back at me cursing and swinging. I'd like to say I gave him a proper beating, but I didn't. 

Five minutes later we were both bleeding and gasping for a breath. Word had spread and we had a dozen guys from the construction crew standing in a circle with Wes and me in the middle. He was ahead on points, I knew. I was taking a lot of shots to the head and chest. The difference was my three weeks of pent up rage. I wouldn't go down and I wouldn't quit. I don't know if I finally put him down or if he fell from exhaustion, but he was down and I was standing, barely.

Dave helped me into the car and drove me to the emergency room. My nose had been broken and I needed to have a few stitches in my cheek and over my left eye. They gave me a prescription for the pain. Then Dave dropped me off at my house. 

"Go to bed and get some sleep, Mike," he suggested. "I'll tell them at work you weren't feeling good. That was one hell of a fight!. I won't ask what it was about."

"Thanks, Dave. Thanks for everything. I'll be better by Monday," I assured him. 

"Your head will be swelled up like a fucking basketball on Monday," laughed Dave. "I got into a fracas like that in college. It took well over a week for the swelling to go down. I was the winner, too."

I didn't want Jen to see me so I tried to sneak into the house and slip into my room undetected. Like everything else that I tried lately, it didn't work. I was a little unsteady and banged into the coffee table as I tried to tiptoe through the living room. Jen heard me and came in from the laundry room. She gasped when she saw me.

"Oh, Mike!" she cried. "What happened? Oh my God, you were in a fight, weren't you? I can guess who you were fighting with! Lie down and let me get some ice."

I didn't have the strength to argue and I knew some ice would be a good idea. I could feel my eye swelling shut. I sat down and closed my eyes. I was beginning to hurt in places I didn't know I had been hit.

Jen put some wet cloths and some ice bags on my lumps, of which there were plenty. Then I felt water dripping on my forehead, so I opened my good eye to see what she was doing. There were tears streaming from Jen's eyes and landing on me.

"Oh, Mike! What have I done to you?" sniffled Jen as she gently wiped my face and applied the ice. "You never had any problems like this before. It's my fault that you are all cut and swollen. It looks like your nose is broken! I am so sorry, Mike!"


It sounds strange, but I felt better on the inside than I had since Jen told me about her and Wes. It was the closure, however brutal and barbaric, that I had needed. I felt more like a man and less like a cuckold wimp. I reached out and squeezed Jen's hand in mine.




Tell Me Why



The fat man was out of breath, and in a bad way. It had been years since he walked any considerable distance, and he was in sad shape as he ran for his life. His breath came in harsh, ragged gasps. Each time he inhaled his lungs seemed to scream with a bruised agony. He could feel his heart throbbing hard in his chest. Each heartbeat brought with it a fast, stabbing pain. His face had turned a shade of sickly bluish-purple and he was sweating profusely. 

But he couldn't stop running. He didn't dare. 

Minutes before he was sitting at is kitchen table indulging in two of his favorite luxuries; a heaping plate of Pierogi and a huge snifter of Port. His kitchen led to the back door of his house, and he sat there facing the back door as he relished in the Port. He was a wary character, and over time he developed the habit of always keeping his eye on the door. The fat man liked to indulge in other luxuries as well; some that had unwittingly earned him unwanted attention. 

A huge Rottweiler lay in front of the door on a tattered patchwork quilt. The fat man got him as a pup, naming him King on sight. To anyone else it seemed like an entirely generic and unremarkable name, but the fat man regarded the dog's name with a secret delight. It held a deeper, secret meaning to him. To the rest of the world the big Rottie's name was all too common, unknowing that it was actually an abbreviation for the dog's true name; Kinjite. 

And thus the fat man had earned the attention of a very dangerous man. 

The Rottie lifted his head suddenly, his short docked ears standing up like a soldier snapping to attention. He looked at the fat man uneasily and gave a low whine. The dog stood and clawed nervously at the door. The hackles on the dog's neck rose and he managed one loud bark, and then suddenly the door flew inward with an explosive crunching sound. The door struck the kitchen table, upending it and sending the fat man sprawling back to land on the floor. The glass of Port fell to the floor and shattered, sending a small red geyser upward. Lying there stunned on his back, the fat man's eyes fixed on the red liquid. It seemed to hang in the air for an eternity before falling to the kitchen floor in a blood-colored splash. 

The dog yelped once then fell silent. The fat man rolled over onto his side, kicking and squirming as he tried to stand. He finally made it to his feet, and for several seconds he couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing. A man, dressed in black from head to toe, was squatted over the Rottie, straddling the big dog and holding it down with his body weight. He wore black leather gloves, fit so tight that the knuckles stood out. The man's left hand was bunched into a closed fist held tight against the dog's neck. In the other hand was a gun, pointing right at the fat man. The barrel looked like it belonged on the bow of a battleship, long and menacing. The man in black opened his fist and the fat man saw a needle protruding from the dog's neck.  

"Damn shame I had to do that." The man in black said morosely. His voice had a peculiar drawl to it that the fat man couldn't place. 

The stranger stood slowly, the gun still leveled on the fat man. He stepped over the dog and took a step forward. Suddenly the dog lifted its head and bit at the man's pants leg, clamping onto the fabric while uttering a feeble growl. The man faltered and staggered forward. Acting instinctively, the fat man bolted past the man in black and charged through the ruined door. He ran blindly down the stone path dividing his lawn, and moments later he was thrashing heedlessly through hedge rows and stomping his way across well manicured lawns as he ran for his life. His mind was racing as he fled, trying to place the stranger in his memory. 

The man in black put his gun away and knelt down. He patted the dog on its head with no apparent fear of the big animal. The dog's eyes rolled lazily in their sockets and the big Rottie let out a long, labored sigh. A thick rope of saliva trailed from its mouth. The man in black continued to pet the dog's head, talking to him in a low and soothing tone. 

"Don't you worry boy." He said. "It'll wear off in a couple of hours and you'll be just fine."

The dog released its grip on the man's pants leg and went limp. The man in black reached into his jacket pocket and removed a white envelope, dropping it to the floor carelessly. He removed the syringe from the dog's neck and pulled a small orange cap from another pocket, and then gingerly capped the needle and put it away. 

Minutes later and almost a mile away, the fat man collapsed in a shuddering heap. He had managed to regain some control of himself despite the mad panic that gripped him. As he lie there in a dense thicket of scrub brush, his clothing torn in a dozen places and a riot of scratches in his skin, he tried to make sense of what had just happened. The man in black was a total stranger to him. He hadn't the faintest idea who he was, or better yet how he had managed to knock the heavy door off of its hinges. Maybe plastique on the hinges and the bolt, he wondered? The fat man was racing to find some memory or inclination that might lead him to who the man in black was. The fat man's greatest fear was also the foremost one; whoever the man in black was, he knew. 

He realized he was panting loudly, almost hyperventilating. Slowly he began to pace his breathing, inhaling deeply and then exhaling in low breaths. Whoever the man in black was, he might have followed him after he killed the dog. Suddenly he remembered the dog, lying there prone on the kitchen floor with a hypodermic needle jutting from his neck. 

"He killed my dog." The fat man wheezed. "Bastard." 

"Your dog ain't dead Mister.' A voice replied from nowhere.

The fat man started, and then he felt a sudden slap against his neck, followed by a moment of numbness then a piercing pain. He reflexively put his hand to his neck and felt something slender and cool there. He tugged at it and saw he held a syringe in his hand. He made a desperate attempt to stand and run, but his legs wouldn't respond and his body felt impossibly heavy, as if it were made of lead. Before darkness took him he heard the voice again. 

"I wouldn't kill a dog." The voice said, moments before the world went black. 

The next thing the fat man was aware of was a metallic scraping sound, then being lifted up by strong hands and propped upright. He heard a plastic screeching sound, and then recognized the sound of tape being pulled from a roll. He felt a detached sensation of pressure on his wrists and feet. A bolt of realization struck him and his eyes opened wide. Harsh light stabbed at his eyes. He shook his head to gather his senses. He looked down to find his feet were bound together with wide transparent tape. In desperation the fat man uttered a weak "Help!" As if in response, a fist came from nowhere and struck him squarely on the nose. The pain was instant and agonizing. He almost fell backward to the floor, but a hand caught him and righted him again. 

"Who the?" He tried to plea, confused and panicked.

His vision resolved itself, and to his dread he saw the man in black standing over him with a piece of the transparent tape held between his hands. The fat man recognized it as medical tape. It looked strikingly familiar to him, identical to a roll he kept in his basement. He reeled with the irony then the realization that he had used the same type of tape when he earned the attention of the man in black. 

The man placed the tape over his bloodied nose and then clamped his left hand on the man's neck, squeezing and pulling upward so hard that the fat man felt the chair creak and groan beneath him. He hacked and gagged for air, trying to speak and beg for his life. His eyes bulged from their sockets and the light in the room seemed to run a surreal shade of grey. His abused lungs screamed for oxygen. 

"Not yet." The man in black said. "I ain't done with you yet Mister." 

His accent was thick and deep, the words almost forming one long pronunciation. 

"Na'ht yet. Ah yain't done with you yet Mista." Echoed the man's voice in the peculiar dialect.

"You see, the problem I have here is this…" The man in black rasped under his breath, his voice hoarse and hectic. "I want to kill you so bad it hurts, but I'm kind of obligated to take my time with it, you fat bastard."

He released his grip on the fat man's throat and the hapless man gasped for air instinctively. With his mouth open wide he managed to take in a good breath of air. The tape held fast over the fat man's shattered nose, tinged red with blood. The lights seemed to dance about the room and leave ghostly vapor trails across the fat man's field of vision. He swam in and out of consciousness. He felt his thoughts slip into a blinding grey oblivion and his head lolled forward. The man in black drew his right arm back and then slapped him mercilessly with his out stretched palm. Sweat flew from his victim's damp hair and his head rocked back. His eyes bulged from their sockets, moments from unconsciousness and then suddenly he was alert again, the pain bright and exquisite as the man's hand clamped down on his neck again like an iron vice. 

"I gotta admit, man. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle this from here. All's I know is that you're gonna be dead 'fore I'm done." The man in black said angrily. "I just can't seem to get it out of my system by just killing you easy." 

The man in black stood there looking at him for a few moments, what felt like an eternity to the fat man. He seemed to be studying him. 

"I suppose it's time to show you what pain is really like." He grunted. "And you'll have to forgive me if I'm a little hard to understand. My South tends to come out when I lose my temper." 

"Ah s'pose it's ta'hm to show you what pain is really la'hk." 

Again he let go of the man's neck and with an angry swipe ripped the tape from his nose. Blood spewed down his face in a sickly thick red gush. His chin was plastered with blood so red it was almost black. The fat man was in a dire state, no doubt about that. A hard chill ran through his entire body and a deep spasm struck his gut. He instantly felt as if he were about regurgitate his entire body through his nose. A bolt of white hot agony shot through his head, the pain so sudden and brilliant that he thought he had been shot. He had never imagined a person could endure such pain and remain conscious, much less alive. But he was alive, and for all he could hope he genuinely wished he wasn't. If only the crazy bastard would just kill him and be done with it. 

But he wouldn't. Not yet.

"You see…" His tormentor suddenly said. "I just don't get it, man. I've been doing this heinous shit for years, and I still just can't understand. Every time I put one of you animals in the dirt I like to believe that there is some small justice to it all, but there ain't. Not a lick of it. She's still dead and gone. Her mama still keeps her picture by her bedside and her daddy still plays the violin for her even though she ain't there to hear it no more."

The words were lost to the fat man. His heart was pounding away like a trip hammer. Blood was pouring freely from his nose and his vision was growing red. The capillaries in both of his eyes had ruptured and the irises were ringed with dark red. The man in black's voice was like a shout from across a canyon; a muffled echo lost in the vastness of his pain. 

"I used to entertain the idea that I understood people like you. I even convinced myself that maybe I knew why you turned out the way you do." He said, and then paused as if in deep reflection. "But I don't. I just don't. Nothing like this makes sense to me."

Suddenly he grabbed the fat man by the shoulders and shook him. The fat man lurched upright and found himself staring into his captor's eyes. Through the veil of blood and sweat clouding his vision, the fat man could see that the man in black was crying. A creeping horror overtook the fat man. Any faint hope if living through his ordeal faded away. The man in black wasn't only crazy, he was hurt. 

"Tell me why you do it." The man in black barked at him. "Tell me WHY!"

"I… don't know." The fat man gasped, looking up at the man in black through oblivious pitiful eyes. "I don't kno…"

Without warning the man in black screamed in rage and grappled the fat man's head, placing one hand hard under the chin and the other palmed hard again the back of his skull. He leaned forward with all his body weight and wrenched the fat man's head around with a sickening crunch and a grisly snapping of tendons. He pulled the man to him in a grisly embrace as he twisted his ruined neck around. Blood spilled onto his jacket and trickled down his front. A single traitor drop fell and landed on the toe of his right boot. With a shudder and a sigh the man in black let the fat man go. He fell to his knees in front of the dead man, tears flowing freely down his face. 

"Tell me why." He whispered into the silent room. 

"Please tell me why." 



Tell Me Why



"I had it to do, Jen. You knew that. It was why you didn't want to tell me his name. I wish you had lied to me and said it was George Couse, though," I grinned, or at least I tried.

"Mike, he's seventy years old if he's a day. I would have been guilty of murder if you killed him," Jen chuckled through her tears. "He probably would have died in our bed."

"Well, he would have checked out happy," I replied. "Could I sleep in our room tonight?" I asked. "I don't think I want to be alone any longer."

"Mike!" Jen wailed and the tears started again. 'I don't either!"

That was the start of the healing, odd as it sounds. I heard later that Wes claimed to his bosses that he fell down a hole at the construction site and smacked his face into a backhoe on the way down. Apparently, he didn't want to try to explain to his wife why I had been so enraged at him; so he kept to his story. His face was swollen for a few weeks, too. I actually resembled a raccoon. I went from purple, to a blue, to a yellow and finally three weeks later, I looked normal. 

Jen was great and nursed me for the first few days. I went back to work on Wednesday and took a lot of ribbing. I didn't mind. Jen started a new job the following week and she actually liked it better than the one she quit. It was less pay, but the chance for advancement was better. If I knew Jen, she would climb up that ladder. 

We were sleeping together, but we weren't having sex. I just couldn't get over my insecurities about Jen's feelings toward me. I had lingering doubts about her love for me and about my ability to be the man she needed and wanted. Jen didn't press me and seemed willing to wait. She was finally beginning to realize how deeply I had been hurt, and the trouble I was having coming to grips with her feelings toward me, and my faith in myself.

It was almost two months later that we were invited to another party. It was a Saturday pool party at a neighbor's. I had to go in to work for a few hours, so I told Jen I would meet her there. 

"No way, Jose!" declared Jen. "I will never go to a party without you, Mike. I learned my lesson, believe me."

"I do believe you, Jen. We both need to get past that incident and live like we are two people that know and trust each other," I replied. "If you haven't learned from your mistake, then I should get rid of you. If I can't learn to trust you, then we really have no marriage to lose. I'll only be a couple hours late. You will represent us until I get there and that is final."

I knew she was a bit nervous about going, but you have to climb back on that horse that threw you, or so I had been told all my life. I think Jen was glad that I was trying to move forward with our relationship and complete the healing.

The party had been going a couple hours when I arrived. I didn't see Jen any place by the pool. I went into the house to look. I smiled and chatted with neighbors and friends as I casually searched the house. Finally, I decided to look downstairs in the bathroom and game room in the basement. As I was coming around the corner at the bottom of the stairway, I heard voices and stopped.

"What do you say to a little kiss, Jen?" asked a man. I recognized the voice of Bill Harding. He was another of the neighborhood womanizers. I never realized there were so many guys like that. 

"Not a chance, Bill," responded Jen. "I'll save my kisses for Mike."

"Mike isn't here, Jen. Last time you made a party without him, you were pretty friendly to Wes, remember?" prodded the prick. "I was hoping you and I could be as friendly."

"You pompous, presumptuous shit!" growled Jen. "Your sorry ass couldn't stand the beating Mike would lay on you if he heard you talk to me like this. Get the fuck out of my way!"

Bill stepped in front of Jen and blocked her path. As he grabbed her arms, I hurried around the corner. Jen was being held by Bill, but looking at me. She had no way of knowing, what, if anything, I had heard. 

As Jen recognized me and realized how the situation might appear, she gasped and almost feinted. Bill turned to see what had caused the reaction in Jen. Before I could reach him, he sprinted into the bathroom and locked the door.

"Mike, I didn't.., I wasn't, I just came down to use the bathroom," whimpered Jen. Her fear was tangible.

It began to dawn on me that Jen had been suffering as much, or possibly more, than I had been. I had the release of mixing it up with Wes. I had the luxury of being the wronged party. Jen was the transgressor and had no escape from it, unless I allowed it. She needed me to love her, not to blame her. She had made a horrible mistake, but where do we go from this point? Either I loved her, or I did not. If I did not, I owed it to her and myself to remove her from my life. I knew that was not what I wanted. I had been hurt, but the hurt paled in comparison to my need and love for the woman that had given birth to my children and made my life complete.

I grabbed Jen much like Bill had just done. She looked at me with moist eyes, afraid of my reaction. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her hard. Her arms went around my neck and she clung to me as we kissed. I could feel her tears on my cheeks and it occurred to me that she had done enough crying over the past few months.

I broke our kiss and whispered into Jen's ear, "Let's go home for an hour or so. I need to make love to you."

"That's what I've been hoping for, Mike!" smiled Jen through her tears. "I am your girl, any way, any time you want me. I just hope it's often and forever!"



Tell Me You Love Me



Pull me to you roughly. Kiss me hard. Wrap your fingers in my hair and pull my head back slowly as you lick and kiss my throat. Use your other hand to capture my wrist behind my back. Draw me to the big leather couch and sit down on it holding my wrist and keep me standing there as you look me up and down. Lift my skirt and then slowly hook your fingers in my panties and drag them down to just my thighs. Leave them there. Lean in and kiss my tummy softly once, then sit back and order me over your lap.

When I hesitate, pull me to you and help me into position. Tell me to arch my back, and to lift my ass higher for you. Spread me open with your big hands, tell me you can see how wet I already am. Stroke my pussy with one fingertip; tease me, dip inside only shallowly before lightly pressing against my clit. Tell me you love this, love having me at your mercy. 

Tell me you're going to spank me, you know I've always fantasized about this but I've never done it and that I'm afraid of the discomfort. Explain that you will only slap my gorgeous ass 20 times, and that you're going to start out lightly, but that before you reach 20 it's going to be real spanks and we'll see how I like it.

Make the first tap so light that I laugh and some tension is released, and then make the next one on my other cheek and a little bit more serious. It doesn't hurt, but the sound makes me jump and something deep in my pussy clenches as you swat me again a little harder. Spank me slowly, getting harder each time so I feel the sting. Space out the blows so that my whole ass begins to turn pink. Caress my back with your free hand, the tender touch reminding me that this is something I wanted to explore.

Get to seven and tell me how hot my skin feels and how sexy I look as my ass wiggles over your legs. Spank me harder and speed up a fraction. Now tell me you know it is hurting a bit but that it's making you so excited. Tell me we're at 13 and tell me what you're going to do to me as soon as we're done. Distract me from the pain with promises of intense pleasure. Keep your hand on my back now as I writhe and clench through the final three slaps. Give me a few seconds to catch my breath, but don't ask me how I liked it yet.

Help me stand up, and lead me behind the couch and bend me over the back of it. Kneel down and gently stroke my tender ass before you use your thumbs to delicately spread my pussy open to your gaze. Hold me open a moment before you make your tongue flat and lick me in one long, slow motion. Use just the tip of your tongue to explore the folds of my pussy lips, nibble on me as if I were an exquisite treat. Let me hear your excitement as you delve deeper, pressing your tongue inside me in a soft, slow rhythm.

Tell me I taste fantastic as you pull your mouth away and use your fingers to expose my clit. Blow a cool breath onto that hot, swollen little bundle and then kiss me there before sucking me into your mouth. Slowly wet one finger and slide it deep inside my pussy as you continue to lick and suck my clit. Feel how the slick heat grips just that one finger and imagine how incredible it will feel wrapped around your cock. Listen to me moan and cry out your name as I get closer and closer to coming. Stop before I climax even though I cry and beg for more. Tell me you need to be inside me.

Stand up now and let me feel your cock sliding up and down the outer edges of my pussy. Lightly stroke the skin of my ass. It's only a light pink but there is one mark that looks distinctly like your handprint. Spread my cream all over your cock and then wait with just the head pressed against me until I start moaning and wriggling back against you to get your cock inside me.

Lean forward and kiss the back of my neck, stroke my hair. Tell me you want to hear me beg for it. Don't give in when I don't, instead reach around and slowly stroke my clit again as you tease my pussy with just the head of your cock. Tell me what to say. Whisper what you want to hear menacingly in my ear. As I moan out the words plunge into me in one hard stroke. Keep your fingertips against my clit and grab my hip with your other hand while you drive in as far as you can. Hold yourself in place inside me. Notice how the soft flesh of my ass is still hot against your stomach as you concentrate on the feeling of my pussy clenching around your cock even though you haven't moved yet.

Slowly draw yourself back until your cock is almost completely out of that tight, wet grip and then press back into me just as slowly. This time don't stop; keep thrusting slowly in and out, feeling every silken inch of my pussy stroking the long, hard length of you. Keep that gentle pressure on my clit as you stroke me up and down and in tiny circles with your fingertip. You'll know it's driving me toward the edge when you hear me panting and murmuring in a constant stream, "Yes, yes, oh, please, oh oh oh, yes, just like that… faster, love, faster, please please please…" Speed up for me. Feel my legs tensing as I toss my head from side to side. You know I'm about to come. You're getting close now too, and you know when I come it will force your own climax. 

Tell me, "Come for me now, baby." Keep thrusting as a groan starts deep in my throat and I spasm hard around your cock. Shove me hard against the couch with each thrust as my pussy grows even wetter and seems to pull your cock deeper into me. Let yourself go, use both hands on my hips to hold me in place. Fuck me hard until you come. Whimper my name. Collapse against my back and kiss my neck over and over. Hold me tightly. Tell me you love me.