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Tell Me

By: curlygirly32



The rain continues to fall as I pull myself away from the tree. I struggle to find a comfortable position against the rough bark, but fail. My ankles are bound and limit my movement to small adjustments. My fingers tingle as my movements tighten the rope knotted around the branches above my head. I wonder when you're coming back...if? No, you'll be back, you wouldn't leave me here. I don't think you could do that to me. "Stay," you said. Just one simple command, and it would have done as much as the ropes and restraints have...we both know that.

The rain has become more intense and I lick my lips, remembering the look in your eyes when you brought me to the tree. Not quite knowing what was in store, but trusting you... I didn't fight until you began to raise my wrists high above me, lifting my ass off the ground. The blindfold was quickly applied and you moved away. I didn't expect to feel so alone, as your footsteps faded away and the only sound still remaining was the soft fall of the raindrops around me.

I concentrate on the wet ground beneath my now soaked panties. I bring my ankles closer and bend my knees to find a more comfortable position, but as my knees fall to the side, exposing me even further to anyone coming along the trail, I change my mind and slide my legs out in front of me again. Are you standing right there, watching my every move? I lean my head forward and freeze, attempting to isolate any sound or feeling that might tell me if you are near.

I consider pushing myself to a standing position. Perhaps I could get the rope loose from my wrists. I consider it for only an instant. My heart pounds as I come to terms with the fact that I will do what you asked. You know it and I know it.

My nipples harden, due either to the wind blowing on wet skin...or just as likely the feelings rising up inside me. I steady my breathing and concentrate on the emotions, heat spreading through my insides and across my face as I imagine your possible intentions.

My head snaps up as I heard the crunch of leaves. Footsteps come closer, and I sense movement beside me. "Is that...?" Fingers press against my lips, quieting me before I can finish my question. The rope tightens, pulling my arms taut as pain shoots down my arms. I moan, and your boot presses against my wet crotch. I struggle against the pressure, pain and excitement mixing.

You let the rope down a bit, my weight again rests on the rough ground. I exhale and lean against the tree. Your lips press against mine, warm and insistent. I respond, letting you know I have been waiting. Your hand is rough against my wet skin, moving along my stomach and across my chest, pulling one breast free of the wet fabric. 

I moan and you step back, your fingers still pressing and kneading my nipple. You are silent, but I hear your breathing, and it sounds loud in the quiet of the forest. I struggle against the rope. Unable to see your face, I try to imagine your expression, your reactions. I wish I could see you watching my every move.

Your hands move away and there is nothing for what seems like forever, perhaps only minutes. Time drags, and discomfort overtakes me. I try to keep the tears back as I imagine the last time I was with you. I focus on that...imagining your hand running along my body, pressing against me, holding me as you entered me from behind. I roll my hips and squeeze my legs together tightly, the only way I can give myself any relief...

Suddenly I am shocked out of my fantasy by the stinging reality of the whip against my side. The rope tightens, and I struggle to stand as it pulls me upward. I fight against the pain, yelling out. You have never hit me that hard, never without me knowing it was coming. My head rings as I struggle to find you in the shadows behind the blindfold, trying to ready myself for the next hit. 

"Stop."

I freeze at your command. "Please, not so hard," I beg. Realizing as soon as I utter the words that I've made a grave error. 

Over and over the whip sings through the air, catching my side and my breasts, my thighs as I do my best to hold still and stand strong against it. My arms ache, my back scrapes against the tree. I try so hard, knowing what you expect, but unable to catch my balance and my breath.

Just as quickly as it started, the punishment ends. I sob and gasp, resting my cheek against the tree. Suddenly I feel the rope loosen. My hands drop toward my head, and your hands push me to the ground, spinning me around so my ass is toward you. My panties are pulled aside, and you slide something smooth and cool inside me. You slip my panties over the end, and your fingers press against the base. A buzzing begins within me, and I moan, lowering my head to the wet ground. 

I imagine your eyes on me, my wetness open to your view, the vibrator humming deep inside me. I try to steady myself, pretend that this doesn't both humiliate and heat me from within. 

You kneel behind me, and I feel your hands press against my hips as you move me back towards you. Your hands move back along my ass and pull my cheeks apart. You pause. I shake under your hands. The mix of anticipation and fear does more for me than even the vibrator buzzing away inside of me. Your warm hands seem to burn into my skin as I push back against you. I feel your hardness pressing against me, and bite my lip as I try to hold back the building pressure I can't ignore. You laugh and move away from me. I feel your hands on the back of my head, pulling off the blindfold. "I want you to look at me," you say as you toss it aside.

I blink at the sudden bright light, and your hands begin to run up my inner thighs, wet with a mixture of rain and my own juices. You untie my ankles, and spread my legs apart, twisting my head around roughly to look me in the eyes. I am surprised at the darkness in your eyes, but even more enthralled at that moment.

You push your jeans and underwear down to your knees, and I see your cock hard and thick. You guide it toward me, pressing just the head into me, then pulling away. My gasp lets you know just how I feel about that, and you laugh quietly. You rub it against me, teasing me, knowing how much I need and want you in me. You look me in the eyes. "Ask me for it," you say. I cringe, knowing that you won't be satisfied until I am completely humiliated. 

"Please...you know what I want. You want it too!" I beg. You pull away and look at me coldly. I pause..."I want you to fuck me." I say quickly. 

"Not good enough, dear." You begin to reach for your pants. I move quickly to grab at you, but the ropes jerk my wrists back at the last minute. "Say what you really mean, prove it to me!".

I gulp and close my eyes, hiding my face. I mumble, and you pull me back against you. You run your fingers up me, brushing my clit and wetting your fingers with my own juices, reaching to press them into my mouth. I suck the taste of me off your fingers.  

I gather my courage, and I ask, "Please, I need you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to spread my legs and push your cock into me..." I trail off, not knowing how much more direct I can be. You laugh. "Good enough for now. You're right, I do want it as much as you do. Smart girl."

"Watch me," you say, and you guide your cock into me, pushing deep into me, taking my breath away on your first stroke. You begin to move in me, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. You hold me firmly in your hands as you pick up speed and your movements become rougher and you bend over me, one hand grasping my hair as you shudder and come deep inside me. 

You catch your breath and take my chin in your hand, looking straight in my eyes. "You can have anything you want next time, so long as you can ask me for it," you say. I say nothing, collapsing to my stomach on the rough ground.

Tell Me



Note: All characters over 18. Work of fiction, blah blah blah...

*

Eric sat at the dining table finishing the last of his breakfast slowly. Sunlight streaming in through the large windows looking out over the backyard brought unseasonable warmth into the house. He plucked at his t-shirt as beads of sweat began to form on his skin. Turning back to his food his attention was immediately caught by his mother entering the kitchen in her robe.

"Morning dear," Rachel sang heading to the fridge. Eric only grunted in response, his eyes caught on the soft white silk peeking out from under his mother's robe. "Oh I'm so excited! Your sister and Rick will be here today. I can't wait to see how big her belly has become."

Watching his mother bustle about the kitchen, Eric was amused at how animated she had become since learning that his sister and her husband were coming to visit. Karen had called and said that she was six months pregnant and was really starting to show. At first Rachel was a little put off that her only daughter hadn't informed her immediately that she was with child but her anger soon evaporated when Karen said they were coming for a visit. Rachel had busied herself all week preparing for her daughter and sons arrival. Eric had been thankful that his mother's attention had been diverted from him, even for a short while. He was a dutiful son and diligent student but sometimes he felt smothered.

"What's got you smiling so?" Rachel asked. Her son's mouth was open and split into a smile. His eyes appeared as if he might be daydreaming. "Hello? Earth to Eric?"

"Oh, sorry," Eric said shaking his head. "What did you say?" 

"Why the big smile?" She stood alongside the counter, a hand upon her hip. The top of her robe had slipped a little more and the swell of her breast was easily visible. 

"Oh no reason," Eric replied slowly before turning back to the last of his eggs. Swallowing the last bite he gathered up his plate and stepped around his mother to put the dishes in the sink. 

When he had left the room Rachel looked down at her clothing and noticed how much cleavage she had been showing. With a small blush she covered herself more completely, gathered her coffee and went up to her room to change. 

As she made her way towards her room she passed by Eric's door and poked her head in to tell him something. Looking in she could see him putting a shirt on and when her eyes scanned lower she could see that his boxers were tented with what could only be an erection. Her blush returned and she could feel the heat rise in her cheeks as she looked upon her son. Quickly she darted away and went on to her own room, a smile on her own lips now. The excitement of her daughter coming was now tinged with a slight amount of sexual satisfaction that she could get a rise out of a man, even if it was her own son. Five years without a husband, or any man for that matter, had made her forget what it was like to be looked at with desire. 

"Your sister will be here at 5," Rachel called down the hall. "Make sure you're here okay?"

"Sure thing mom," Eric replied heading towards the front door. 

When the front door closed Rachel began picking through her clothes, looking for something that would be more flattering than she would normally wear around the house. 

"Wow! Look at you," Eric said as he enveloped his obviously pregnant sister in a hug. "Hey Rick, looks like you guys did it right." Rick smiled as he took his young brothers hand and shook it. "Let me help you with those bags." Stepping aside he let his sister into the house and then started towards the car. 

"Is Mom home?" Karen asked.

"I think so, I haven't seen her since I got home about half an hour ago," Eric replied over his shoulder. 

"Mom?" Karen called making her way down the hall. When she got to her mother's room she pushed the door open and found her mother putting on a pair of earrings. 

"Karen! Oh honey!" Rachel squealed seeing her daughter in the mirror. She rushed to her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, hugging her tight. "Oh my, you are getting big, but you look so beautiful. My baby is going to have a baby!" Rachel's eyes were beaming with pride

"I know, thank god Rick likes me this way," Karen said with a laugh. "You look great mom, hot date tonight?" She stood back and admired the dress on her mother. It was a soft yellow number that clung to her form nicely. 

"What? Oh, no, " Rachel said.

"Well I know you didn't get dressed up like this for me," Karen laughed.

"I just felt like getting out of my old fuddy duddies, sometimes a gal likes to look nice." Rachel smiled and led Karen out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

"I had better keep Rick away from you, he see's all that cleavage and he'll forget which one of us he's married to."

"Ha! Yours look to have swollen at least a cup size, I'm sure he's got his hands full with you." 

"Yeah, I never knew that some men get really turned on by pregnant women. I'm just not sure," Karen trailed off as they entered the kitchen where her husband and brother were sitting at the counter enjoying a drink. 

"Rick," Rachel said and gave her son a very motherly kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad you guys are here." 

"You look lovely mom," Rick said sitting back down in his chair. 

Eric sat contentedly watching his mother and sister gush about her pregnancy. He was surprised by the dress she was wearing, surprised but not upset. It accentuated her curves very nicely, giving her a very feminine appearance. Lately his mother had been doting around the house in nothing but sweats so this change was more than welcome. He tried to be discreet but he found himself staring at her more than once and he thought she might have caught him a time or two.

Rick and Rachel had begun talking about his work giving Karen a moment to take in her brother. She noticed that Eric's eyes were drawn to their mother's body quite frequently. 

"Boys will be boys," she thought to herself with a small chuckle.

"Oh I had better get dinner going," Rachel said bringing Karen out of her thoughts. "Eric will you help me in here?"

"Rick can help you mom," Karen offered. "I want to talk to my brother before we eat." With a mischievous smile Karen went in to the living room.

"What's up?" Eric asked, sitting next to his sister on the couch. 

"Nothing, just wanted to catch up with you is all. How is school?"

"It's good. Just finished first semester finals; got my applications off for college and now it's just a waiting game." Eric tried valiantly not to stare at his sister's chest. He remembered growing up trying to sneak peaks at her while she was changing and now she was even bigger. 

"Any girlfriends?" Karen asked, jabbing him in the ribs with a finger.

"A couple," he answered.

"Well I hope you are being safe, you don't want to get any girl in the condition I'm in any time soon," Karen rubbed her belly for emphasis.

"No, nothing like that. Just a couple of girl's I go out with on occasion. Nothing serious or anything. Guess girls just don't see me like that." 

"Oh, is Eric still a virgin?" Karen teased. She felt bad immediately when she saw the black look come over her brother's face. "Look I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Don't worry, it'll happen and soon if I remember how high school girls are."

"Well," Eric said looking up, no longer angry, "you kind of set the bar pretty high for 'adventurous girls'. Or is that setting the bar low?"

Karen punched him in the arm playfully. 

"Stop it now or I'll tell Rick just what kind of girl you really are!" He squirmed away from Karen's tickling fingers.

"Oh? You think he doesn't know? Why do you think he married me?" Karen said triumphantly. 

"So he wanted to marry the tramp?" Eric said breathlessly. 

"Well, when I'm 'his' tramp its okay." Karen might have said more but at that moment their mother called out needing help.

After dinner Rick begged off anymore conversation and headed off to bed. Eric left his mother and sister alone in the dining room as he went to study. Karen and her mom were more than happy to stay up half the night gabbing about her pregnancy and all sorts of things the men weren't really that interested in. After a time Karen finally got the courage to ask her mother something that had been bothering her for a while.

"Mom," Karen began, "did Dad and you ever," she paused searching for the right words. "Did you ever role play?" 

Rachel looked at her daughter thoughtfully for a moment before responding. "What do you mean?"

"Did Dad ever want to pretend you were someone else? Not like a particular person, not someone you knew, but like a certain type of someone? Like a nurse or a schoolteacher?" 

"Well yeah a couple of times," Rachel answered softly. "Your father wasn't very imaginative I guess. But I do remember there were a couple of times that he liked to pretend I was a naughty school girl or something. Why?"

"Was that the only thing Dad ever liked to pretend? There wasn't anything or anyone else?" Karen seemed a little nervous to her mother. Rachel moved her chair closer and put a hand on her daughter's leg and patted it softly. 

"Whatever you and your husband do is between the two of you. So long as you feel safe and loved there is nothing wrong in pretending. Okay?" She looked into her daughter's eyes trying to offer comfort.

"I know that Mom," Karen said quickly, "But did Dad ever- ever regress?" 

Rachel's eyes squinted and she tilted her head in confusion. "Regress? Like what?"

Karen bit her lip. "Did Dad ever want you to be his Mommy?"

"No," Rachel said softly, trying not to sound judgmental. "Are you okay honey? This seems like its bothering you a lot."

"I don't know Mom," Karen said in confusion. "It's just ever since I've started to show", she patted her belly, "Rick has gotten into this kink of calling me Mommy. And it's not just him calling me Mommy he wants me to call him 'My big boy' and other stuff. It's all very weird." 

"Does it turn him on?" Rachel asked after a moment.

"Oh yes, it turns him on very much." Karen replied enthusiastically.

"Does it turn you on?" Rachel asked softly. She searched her daughter's face and she already knew the answer before she spoke.

"Yes," Karen said looking up. "Does that make me a bad person?" 

"No dear, it doesn't make you a bad person. You are two people who love each other very much. What the two of you do in the privacy of your bedroom is between just the two of you." Rachel could see that her answer was of little comfort to her daughter. "When I was your age it was unheard of for a couple to have oral sex. It was considered degenerate to do those kinds of things. I'm sure the two of you do that and more," Rachel laughed when Karen looked up with a sheepish grin. 

Karen hugged her mother and went to join her husband in bed. Rachel shook her head and slipped off to her own bed.

Eric had a normal day at school capped off by basketball practice. He rushed home to shower and change so that he'd be ready to go out with his mother, sister and brother. When he arrived home he could hear his sister and Rick in Karen's old room so he grabbed his clothes and headed to the shower.

He opened the door and plopped his clothes on the counter and turned to grab a towel out of the closet. When he turned around he saw his mother step from behind the shower curtain, a towel over her head as she dried her hair. Her breasts were full and flush from the hot water and Eric could feel his heart begin to pound as he stared at her. He knew he should say something but he could hardly breathe. His eyes darted down and he noticed the faint hair protruding from between her trim legs and he swallowed hard looking at her. His cock began to stiffen as he continued to gaze upon her. 

Rachel pulled the towel down and tossed her head back to finish drying it. She slid the towel across her chest and over her tummy. She opened her eyes and for the first time noticed her son standing there. A gasp escaped her lips and she instinctively pulled the towel up to cover herself. She couldn't control herself, she looked down at his crotch and she saw his erection tenting his shorts. The sight of his arousal caused her own nipples to stiffen up and her breasts began to ache.

"Sorry mom," Eric said simply. "I didn't know..," his voice trailed off as his mind couldn't continue while he relived the moment over and over. 

"It's ok. But can you wait outside while I finish?" Rachel asked. He nodded dumbly and then turned to leave. When the door closed behind him Rachel sank to the edge of the tub and exhaled deeply. 

The drive to dinner was a little strained as Eric and his mother sat in the backseat of Rick's car trying not to look at one another. Karen prattled on and tried to engage her mother in conversation but couldn't quite draw her out. When she asked what the matter was Rachel assured her it was nothing. At dinner Rachel excused herself to the restroom and Karen asked Rick to get her mother a drink from the bar. 

"Okay, what's wrong with Mom?" Karen asked her brother.

"I saw her coming out of the shower," Eric admitted in a rush. "She was drying herself off and I saw everything. I'm so embarrassed." 

"Oh my!" Karen said trying not to laugh. "Look its okay, not like you planned it right?" When Eric didn't respond she asked again. "Did you plan it?"

"No!" Eric answered defensively. "I didn't know anyone was in there. When I saw the steam on the mirror I just figured someone had used it recently. I was in a hurry and everything." He thought for a moment. "What I can't figure out is how come she didn't hear me come in? The water wasn't on and I wasn't exactly quiet opening the door or the towel closet. She must have heard me."

"Maybe she wanted you to see her?" Karen said coyly.

"You think?" Eric asked unbelieving.

"It's possible. You are a good looking guy and she hasn't had anyone in a long time. Maybe she likes the idea of someone looking at her." 

"You're sick, you know that Karen?" 

"Okay maybe I am sick, but tell me, did you like looking at our mother naked?" Karen saw the blush creep across his face. "You did! You liked looking at our mother naked!" Eric looked around nervously to see if any of the people near them had heard what she had said. 

Eric sat back in the booth and began to ponder the possibility that his mother had wanted to be seen naked in the bathroom. Maybe she had thought Rick might wander in. Or maybe she had wanted to be seen by her own son. Could it be that Mom was trying to be noticed as a woman again by someone? By anyone? 

Rachel and Rick returned to the table and dinner proceeded as normal as possible under the circumstances. Karen began to ply her mother with wine and wouldn't let the conversation die down. Karen made crude sexual advances towards her husband in front of everyone. At first Eric was mortified and embarrassed for his mother but he noticed that after her second glass of wine she was laughing along with Karen. He shook his head and chalked it up to his sister having fun at his expense. 

When they returned home Eric quickly excused himself to his room and Karen and Rachel sat on the couch laughing and joking loudly. Before it was time to turn in Rachel could feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off and she made her way to her bedroom. 

"Better have a talk with Eric, Mom", Karen said pausing at the door to her room. "Clear the air and all that." Karen smiled as she stepped into her own room and shut the door. Rachel stared at the closed door and wondered if she knew about what had happened in the bathroom. After a moment she concluded that her daughter was right. No point in avoiding each other forever over something so silly.

Knocking on Eric's door softly she waited for him to answer. No need to barge in on him and possibly catch him in a compromising situation. That thought brought a small flush to her cheeks and a tingling feeling coming from below. The idea that her son might be masturbating on the other side of this closed door was a delicious thought. She only had a second to ponder though before she heard his voice saying "Enter." 

"Hi dear, just wanted to have a little talk, if you're not too busy." Eric was under the sheet, could she see any sign of excitement? He was sitting up and the sheets were awfully ruffled, no way to be sure. 

"Sure Mom," Eric said with a nervous chuckle. "I can guess what this is about." 

"Yeah, well we kind of need to get past it, don't you think?" Rachel came around to his side of the bed and sat by his legs. "Look, it's not that big a deal really. I'm really very sorry if you are embarrassed by it at all." 

"Uh, wow," Eric laughed nervously. "Really not what I expected you to say."

"Oh? What did you expect me to say?" Rachel looked at her son coyly. She turned her head to the side and the soft smile on her face was disarming to her only son. His eyes traced the soft material of her dress from around her shoulders, down her neck and to the plunging neckline that led to her bosom. Though the cleavage was appropriately covered he could imagine her breasts beneath the material even now. 

"I kind of thought you would be mad or something," Eric said returning his eyes to meet his mother's gaze. 

"Well I didn't think you did it on purpose and it was my fault really," Rachel said. For a moment she wondered if he did do it on purpose. "Could he have really wanted to see me naked?" She thought. "Did he want to look at my body? He had gotten hard from looking at me in my robe just the other day; perhaps it had sparked an interest in him."

"No it was an accident, really Mom!" Eric said plaintively, breaking Rachel's thoughts. "I was actually surprised you didn't hear me come in." 

"Well it's over now. I'll be sure to shower in my bathroom from now on." Rachel leaned forward to kiss her son on his forehead. As she pressed her lips to his warm skin she wondered if he were peeking once again. She held the kiss a lot longer than she normally would have and then they both heard something from the next room.

The sound of muffled voices for a second and then a moan. Rachel sat back and looked at her son with a guilty grin as both of them knew they were listening to Karen and Rick. For a moment they sat in silence and then clearly,

"Momma, I've got something for you!" Rick said loudly. 

"Oh, my! What a big boy you have become. Look and it's all hard. Is this for Momma?" Karen sounded excited and playful.

Rachel held her hand to her mouth and giggled. Eric's face was white with embarrassment. 

"Momma, will you do that thing for me? To help me when it gets all hard?" Rick asked.

"You know you have to ask Momma the right way. Now try again," Karen said.

"Mom, will you suck your son's cock? Please? Will you take it in your mouth and kiss it and lick it and suck it?" 

"Do you like it when your Momma sucks your cock?" Karen asked.

Eric closed his eyes tightly and tried to suppress a groan. Listening to his sister and her husband play their sick games was having a terrible effect on him. His own mother was sitting next to him on his bed and he could feel his own dick starting to unfurl and become hard. 

Rachel turned her head to the side to hide the surprised look on her face. She knew she should leave, flee to her own room where she couldn't hear what was going on between her daughter and son. She knew it was wrong to sit here and eaves drop, but she couldn't help it. She was curious to know exactly what it was that went on, especially after Karen had confided in her. 

"Oh yes Mom, I love it when you open your mouth and take my cock deep in and make it feel oh so good."





Tell Me



"Why? What makes it so good when Momma does it for her boy?" Karen demanded.

Mother and son held their breath waiting for the answer. They could almost hear each others heart beats it was so quiet. 

"Because it's so nasty. It's only a naughty mother that will suck her son's cock. Only a mother truly knows how to suck her boy's cock right," Rick answered. 

"Well, I must be a naughty Mommy if I'm going to suck my son's cock now, huh? So tell Momma. Tell Momma what you want," Karen said with a sultry pout.

"I want Momma to suck my cock. Suck my cock Mommy. Suck my cock!" Rick nearly shouted. 

Rachel pictured her daughter on her knees before her husband, his cock standing out proudly while she put her lips over the head and sucked it into her mouth. She could see her hands sliding up his chest and over his body as he pulled her mouth down onto his cock so that it went deeper and deeper. 

"That's it Mom, suck my cock. You suck my dick so good." 

Eric opened his eyes and watched his mother. Her breathing was becoming ragged as they listened to the uninhibited sex happening only a few feet away from them. His own cock was straining against the sheet now and if she saw it she would know how aroused he truly was. He longed to grasp her hair and pull her into his own raging erection and have her engulf it with her warm mouth. 

Minutes passed as they listened to Rick grunt and howl as his dick was being sucked by 'his mother'. The air in Eric's room became heavy with desire and he noticed a small wet spot forming on the sheet where the tip of his dick was tenting it up. 

"Oh god, Mom, suck! Suck! Here it comes!" Rick bellowed. A long howl echoed through the walls. "Oh you sweet slut swallow it all!" 

Rachel could feel her stiff nipples pressing against her dress. Her palms were sweaty and her breath was coming in ragged gasps. She nearly had an orgasm listening to her daughter and son in the next room. She knew her pussy was overflowing without having to touch it. 

"Oh my," she said at last. She turned to look at her son, wondering how the voyeuristic experience had affected him. His face was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his eyes were filled with lust. His hungry gaze startled her at first and then it fueled a fire in her that had not been stoked in such a long time. She turned to look at his body covered by the sheet and she saw his erection staining the sheet. 

"Oh my," she said again and his dick twitched in response. 

"Mom?" Eric whispered, his voice cracking with need. Rachel turned to look her son in the eyes. She wet her lips with her tongue slowly.

"Tell momma," she whispered. "Tell momma."

Eric pulled the sheet down off his body and displayed his cock to her proudly. He looked up at her to see her reaction. Rachel looked at his cock longingly and touched it lightly with her fingers. She lifted it from his stomach and grasped it lightly, luxuriating in the feel of it in her hand. Once again her pussy was awash in wetness. Turning her body she knelt on the bed and moved her face within inches of his cock.

"You have to tell momma, Eric. What is it you want mommy to do?"

"Oh mom, please suck my cock. Suck it and make me cum." 

"Do you want me to swallow your cum?" Rachel hadn't felt this turned on in her entire life. 

"Yes, you're my sweet slut mommy. Suck my cock and swallow my cum."

Rachel kissed the underside of his cock just below the head. She swiped her tongue just below the tip and then swirled it around the head. Her fingers slid easily up and down the shaft slowly. She strained to look at him as she licked his cock. His eyes met hers and it was the most erotic sight he had ever seen in his life. She pulled her mouth off his cock and pressed it against her cheek and nose, inhaling his scent.

"I like it when you call me mommy. I like to suck your cock and have you say Mom. I feel so dirty doing this for you," Rachel admitted.

"Do you like being dirty, Mom?" Eric asked in a hoarse whisper.

"With you. Being dirty with you feels right."

"Suck my cock Mom," Eric said. He groaned when her mouth engulfed him again. He lifted himself on his elbows so he could see her more clearly. Pushing her hair aside he watched his cock slide in and out of her lips again and again. 

"Oh Mom," Eric whispered. "Suck your son's cock. I have dreamt of you sucking my cock for so long. I have pictured your perfect lips wrapped around my dick, sliding it in and out of your mouth. I've jerked off so many times thinking of you sucking my cock. You make my dick so hard, Mom. Suck it. Make me cum. You know you want to make me cum in your mouth and then you can swallow it. Swallow your son's cum, Mom." 

Rachel could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth. She lavished her tongue along the shaft. His scent filled her nostrils and she felt alive as she hadn't in years. His tool was hard and she wanted to give her son pleasure. She loved the taste of his dick in her mouth and she longed to feel it lodged in her pussy. She wasn't sure if she was ready to fuck her own son but somehow circumstances had conspired to put her in a position that sucking her son's cock seemed perfectly natural. 

Her eyes locked onto his for a moment and then she opened her mouth wide and took him as deeply as she could. Slowly his cock slipped further and further into her mouth. At last she felt her nose press up against the base of his erection and his hair tickled her a little. She could feel his orgasm coming. 

"Oh Mom," Eric whispered with a quiver. "Oh Mom, Oh god I'm coming, Mom I'm coming!" Eric's voice was growing louder and for a brief moment Rachel worried that her daughter and son would hear. Then her son's cock was jerking at the back of her throat and then she couldn't think of anything but swallowing. 

"Mom I'm coming in your mouth. Oh god I can't believe it I'm coming in my mom's mouth. Oh god swallow my cum Mom!" 

Rachel did her best to swallow it all but she hadn't done this in years and the sheer volume was overwhelming. A lot spilled out around her lips and covered the root of her son's cock and slid down to coat his balls. When at last the spurts stopped she pulled herself off and began to noisily lick up the rest. 

Finally Rachel sat upright and looked at her son. He was no longer a boy. He was a man. And she needed a man. She had pulled up her dress around her waist and she was busy playing with her pussy through her panties. 

"Baby?" Rachel said, her voice shaking. "Mommy needs you to do something for her."

"Tell me mom, tell me what you want me to do."



Tell Me



This is the first in a series of stories I have been working on. Dick and Ayva are fictional characters, and if there is any resemblance to anyone in real life is... well let's just say my husband does not read Literotica. At least I hope he doesn't.

Ayva is a closet pervert. Dick is a oppositional defiant little monster trapped in a man's body. Lucky one of Ayva's kinks is for being jerked around emotionally.

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"Tell me!"

Ayva giggled and chewed nervously on her lip. She could tell from the heat of her skin that her face was five shades of red.

Dick's hand reached out across the console and tapped her on the knee. "You started this. You have to finish it."

Ayva squirmed in her seat and looked out the passenger window. "Its no big deal."

"If its no big deal then tell me."

Ayva knew that she had better tread carefully. If he even began to suspect that this was something she really wanted he probably would never do it. Dick had a talent for doing almost exactly the opposite of what she wanted. If she begged or complained it was a god damned guarantee she could kiss her wishes good bye.

It seemed like the more pissed she would get the happier he seemed. He would say with a huge grin, "You love it. Nothing makes you happier. Look you say you are mad but look at your face, you never looked happier."

It totally pissed Ayva off that he was right. She had such a kink for ass holes.

"Tell me."

He could tell she was nervous. He was not going to let go of this as long as he had her squirming.

It had started innocently. A fun conversation cum argument in the car on the long ride back from the coast. She had no idea how the topic had spun around to fantasies.

God, if she told him would he do it? Or would he decide that she really did not want what she said she wanted. He had done that a thousand times before.

"Sometimes when... sometimes I like to think about..." Her voice was soft and distant, her eyes locked on the landscape as it slid by. This was probably the tenth time she had started and then stopped.

"And..."

"Spanking, I think about being spanked."

She thought about a hell of a lot more than spanking. Hell there was a whole fucking dungeon in her head, populated with the most inventive and sadistic of masters.

Like all her fantasies it was long and complex. It was never Dick, sometimes it was Captain Picard, Sean Connery or maybe looking like that hot elf Elrond from the LoTR movie, yea that one played by Hugo Weaving. She had a pic of him on her desk top, anybody but Dick. 

She would silently slip into the room and he would be there. Disdainful, icely indifferent, reluctant to be disturbed, he would be busy, preoccupied, watching TV, or reading. He would look up and in an almost I'd rather not be bothered manner direct her to kneel before him. 

She would know what he wanted, it was how he always made her wait. She would be wearing a long loose dress or night gown. She would kneel facing away from him and put her face on the floor, pull up the long fabric of the dress, covering her head and exposing her ass and pussy to him. She would stay like that, hidden yet exposed for hours waiting for his whim.

Finally she would her him, a sigh, a movement, a muttered comment. What ever had been occupying him was finished. Perhaps he would notice her. In the same bored irritated voice he would tell her to scoot closer to him. She would creep back until he would tell her to stop.

She would kneel there, quivering in anticipation. Not of spanking, it would be something harsher, crueler, more demanding of her fear. A belt, a whip, a cane; it would be something dangerous.

He would put her in charge. She would have to beg for it. Each blow a gift. Each blow crueler that the last. She could stop any time, but there was the need to test her own limits, to take more than she thought she could.

She would reach up between her legs and stroke herself between blows, the excitement too much to ignore. She would beg, "Again please, again." And then buck and scream as the searing agony would cut through her. Each time she would wonder if she could bear to ask again, choking down her sobs, rubbing frantically at her pussy to sooth her hysteria. And then she would beg again.

He would demur, suggest that she did not deserve this attention, but she knew that this was what he wanted and needed even more than her.

The fantasy would always end up with him grabbing her, tearing her clothing off and throwing her over the back of a piece of furniture, her ass up, her head down. He would force himself into her mouth and fuck her face, ramming his cock violently and endlessly down her throat ignoring her choking gagging protests.

Finally he would take her from behind, lunging abruptly into her pussy and humping her with an animal intensity that would shake her whole body, knocking the chair or whatever, across the room with the violence of his fucking. 

Just as she was about to come he would deny her and pull away from her. Ignoring her pleas, he would force himself up her ass, as she screamed in pain and frustration, brutally slamming into her. He would grab her already tortured ass cheeks and spread them cruelly apart, reveling in her howls of pain as he rutted and filled her with his come.

This fantasy was good for at least a half dozen orgasms start to finish. She was realistic enough to know that she would never really like a scene that rough. Hell the first ten minutes of kneeling would have her whining and complaining. She had never been hit with a cane, or even a belt. She would probably pussy out at the first smack. But it was fucking hot to think about. 

Ayva knew if she told Dick all this he would either be horrified or make fun of her until the day she died, probably both. Even though he seemed to take pride in being a jerk, when it came down to doing what she wanted, he was a very physically gentle man. He would never be the man in her fantasy. Ayva was cool with that, but if he could maybe spank her it would be a start.

"You know, like before we do it, you would spank me. I could lay across your lap or lean over in front of you."

"Seriously? You want me to spank you?" He was getting that obnoxious little boy snide tone, and that maybe I will, most likely I won't grin on his face.

She cleared her throat nervously. "Like a game, just playing. Its not all that big a deal. I just thought it might be fun to maybe try. We don't have to if you don't want to." Her voice trailed off.

As she was unloading the car, carrying the bags and extra coats in from the day trip Dick struck for the first time. A sharp pop on her ass as she leaned over the car trunk. Ayva yelled and jumped, banging her head on the trunk lid. She whirled indignant, "Not like that, not when I am not expecting it. Its for like foreplay or something." He voice becoming whiny. 

He crowed with delight. "Its more fun this way." Ayva shut up, she saw the absolute joy in his face. If she told him now that she did not want him to spank her, it would be useless. This was one cat that was not going to get put back in the bag without a fight. Ayva looked at him warily, rubbing her head and her ass at the same time. Shit, how come he always could fuck things up so ingeniously. 

Things only got worse, he refused to spank her when she was cooperating, saying it wasn't fun that way. But he was always sneaking up on her and nailing her when she was not expecting it. His favorite was in socially inappropriate situations. She did not mind the grocery store so much but when he did it during a parent teacher conference she nearly lost it, and in front of her mother for gods sake. Fucking was a nightmare. He was developing a talent for giving her a good hard smack right when she was just about to orgasm, effectively knocking the come right out of her. 

For Dick it was not sex, it was one more way to keep her off balance, keep her pissed at him. He was never so happy as when she was sputtering angry at him. "You love it." He would taunt. It infuriated her that he was right. How come she loved assholes so much. 



Tell Me



I pull the kitchen curtain aside and laugh to myself as I watched Sarah try, and fail, to up-end a bucket of sudsy water onto the top of her Jeep; her hand slipping on the bottom, the slow-motion tumble, the shocked splutter and gasp as the floating sponge, then the cold, soapy wave splooshes down on top of her head, and makes its way down. I don't think any even reaches the driveway; she managed to get it all on herself. Utterly drenched, she stands for a moment in the classic robot pose; arms straight and away from her body, leaning forward to keep the wet tee-shirt away from her skin, eyes wide, cursing like a sailor. She sees me watching and laughing and shoots me a dirty look, then gives me the finger for good measure before clomping and sloshing her way to the kitchen door.

I pull the door open and she's standing there glaring, looking like a drowned kitten, and her eyes narrow and I can't help but laugh again.

"I'm not laughing at you baby, I'm laughing with you." I say.

"I'm not laughing. Now shut up and get me a towel, I'm freezing." 

I'm still grinning and chuckling as I toss her a towel.

"Yeah, keep it up, funny man." She says, and tries her glare on me again, but her mouth is quirking up at the corners too. She shucks her wet jeans and tee shirt right there in the kitchen, and toga-wraps the towel around herself. "I'm taking a shower."

She dodges my kiss with a laugh and I help her on her way with a swat on the ass that makes her skip down the hall. 

She comes out barefoot, in a pair of my boxers and a tight, long-sleeved grey ribbed cotton shirt. I can see her belly button, and the taper of her flat belly beneath the bottom of the shirt, and her hips barely hold up my boxers as she pads into the kitchen still toweling her hair. I pull the towel off of her head and she looks more like a wet kitten than ever, and I laugh again, and kiss her, and smell her clean citrusy smell, and taste the skin on her neck a little. She puts her arms around my neck, reaching up, and sags against me a little, and I put my hands under her shirt and she's warm and smooth and soft. Her cheeks are flushed from the heat, and she tucks her head under my chin and her hair is still wet and dark. She keeps one are around my neck and takes my drink with her free hand, and sips it and makes a face.

"Geesh that's yucky."

She hands it back to me. Starts toweling her hair again.

"It's a Manhattan. It's a classic."

"Classic doesn't mean good." 

"You wouldn't know a classic if it bit you on the ass."

"You bite me on the ass, and you're pretty much a classic."

She's laughing and running before she even finishes the sentence, but I catch her around the waist, and swing her off her feet, still laughing. She cracks herself up.

"You're gonna pay for that baby."

Sarah twists in my arms puts her arms around my neck again, tight, and jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist and bites my earlobe.

"You promise?"

I carry her into the bedroom, giggling. Her, not me.

Sarah's feeling feisty, and she won't let go, her strong, slender thighs around my waist, ankles locked together, and I have to drop down onto the bed with her beneath me. Even then, when I get up on my hands and knees, she stays locked to me, belly pressed to mine, and she's laughing while I kiss her mouth and throat, and her arms are tight around my neck and she catches my earlobe in her teeth again and won't let go until her arms get tired, then she lets her shoulders drop to the bed, her legs still around me. She stretches like a cat, head back, arms above her head, and she even purrs a little when I bend my head down and kiss her smooth little belly. She torques her hips around to give me new places to kiss, and runs her fingers into my hair and laughs when I lick her belly button. She still won't let go, so I drop down onto her with my full weight. She doesn't mind being "smooshed" a little, her word, and she fits a hand behind my head, and pulls me in, and I spend some time thoroughly kissing her. Kissing Sarah is like drowning in warm honey, and I go down happily. Her lips are soft and warm and like always I want to bruise them and feel them plump and heat, and she licks my bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth and releases it with a little pop, then delicately, deliberately, licks my lip again, and slips her tongue into my mouth, and this is all there is right now, all there is, and I can feel her heart beating and her hands on my face, and her tongue sweetly lashing mine. Leave us alone.

"Okay, get off me."

I laugh, and roll off. Sarah takes a deep theatrical breath. Smart ass. 

I tell her to turn over, and she smiles, and flips over onto her belly, face away from me, and pulls her arms under, elbows in, her little fists tucked up under her chin, and flips her hair up onto the pillow, and settles in. I roll onto my side, facing her, and prop my head up on one hand, and slip my free hand under the bottom hem of her shirt; my palm on her lower back, and run my fingertips up her spine, and over her shoulders under the shirt, and stroke her smooth skin in sweeps and whorls, and Sarah sighs; she's so tactile, and I use my fingernails a little on her ribs and she squirms and giggles again, and I feel chill bumps on her skin, and I smooth them with my palm. I can lean a little and kiss her neck, and lick the shell of her ear, and when I stop stroking her, she wiggles to make me keep going. I trail my fingers crossways over her back, from side to side, starting at her ribs away from me and pulling in, like painting a fence, all the way up to her shoulders, and all the way back down, and Sarah sighs, and when I reach her (my) boxers, I run my palm under the hem, and stroke the smooth skin there too, and I give a little tug, and Sarah lifts her hips to help me slip them down her legs, over her feet, drop them on the floor. Sarah wiggles again, impatient, and I trail my fingertips over her lower back, swirl, stroke, just lightly, then over the smooth little globes of her ass, then back up, scraping with my fingernails a little, Sarah sighs, then down again; my palm warm on her skin, over her ass again, the backs of her thighs, the backs of her knees, just fingertips, it tickles her a little, her calves, ankles, stroking, smooth, warm, palm, fingertips, up, down, swirl, and Sarah is making a little sound like mmmmm and I do this for a long time.

I get up, and Sarah makes a little complaining sound, but I tell her to stay there, and she's too hypnotized to move anyway, her fists still under her chin, elbows tucked in, legs and feet together, toes pointed, and I uncork a little bottle of thick oil that smells like mint and pine, and pull my shirt off, strip off my jeans, and pour a little of the oil into my palms to warm it before gripping her ankles in my hands, and running both palms, gripping hard, up over her calves, sliding on the oil, and this time Sarah moans, and I smile, and I do it again, squeezing the muscles in her calves and pushing up over smooth, smooth skin, and over the backs of her knees with my thumbs, and I spread my fingers and grip and knead the backs of her thighs, straddling her legs, kneeling over her, and I work my hands around her thighs to the front and back in an elipse, and my oily hands slip between her legs to stroke the utterly smooth skin on the inside of her thighs, one, then the other, and Sarah moans again a little, and up until now, it's been one thing, but now it's becoming another.

I lean forward and kiss her little ass cheeks, and Sarah giggles and presses her face into the pillow like she's shy, right, and I grin and do it again. I kiss her lower back and the little dimples at the base of her spine, and pour a little more oil into my palms and stroke my hands over her ass, soft first, then gripping hard, and pressing, and stroking around to her hips, lifting a little, and she lifts her ass to me and I knead the muscles hard and then press my palms down, up on straight arms, and push all the way up her back to her shoulders, the heels of my palms on either side of her spine, pressing down hard, and Sarah moans again, a little sound of pleasure, and the motion when I lean forward brings my cock, still in my thin grey boxers, up against her ass. Sarah feels it and presses back a little, and makes a sound. I rub her shoulders hard, rucking her shirt up around her ribs, and pull down, with my fingers spread, over her ribs and grip her waist, and then do it again, and again, big circles from her shoulders to her waist, and my cock strokes lightly up into the furrow of her ass as I lean forward to reach her shoulders, the thin material still between us.

"That feel good baby?"

"Mmmmm, feelsrlgddddn...."

I laugh, and lean forward to lick her ear, and kiss the back of her neck, and give her a little bite, just where her neck meets her shoulder. Sarah giggles again, she's feeling squirmy, but languorous, and I work my teeth on her neck a little, because I like it when she squirms. I'm still straddling her thighs and I sit back up and slide a little farther down and I reach back with one hand for the oil, and Sarah tightens up her ass. I laugh.

"Jeez kitten, people would think I whip you or something."

"You do whip me." She murmurs.

"I do, don't I."

"Um hm." 

I run my hands over her ass, smooth with the oil. I can smell the mint and the juniper-pine scent. I fold a pillow in half and reach under Sarah's belly and raise her up a little so I can slip the pillow beneath her hips, tug it back towards me so the bulk of it is under her hip bones, and her ass is raised up. I lift myself up off of her legs a little and part her thighs just a bit. I stroke her ass. I stroke the inside of her thighs. It's warm in the room.

"What else do I do to you kitten?"

"Hmmm?

"Tell me what else I do to you."

"You do lots of stuff to me."

She's very quiet. Speaking just above a whisper. She moans with pleasure when I hit a good spot. I have to lean down to hear her words. 

"Poor baby. I'm rough with my little kitten sometimes?"

"Um hm."

"Tell me. Tell me what I do to you baby."

"Well, sometimes you tie me up." Very quietly, with a little gasp at the end.

"Yes."

"You tie my hands."

"Um hm."

My fingers are moving lightly on her back and ass and inner thighs, and she's speaking very softly. 

"You, oh!" 

One fingertip, while I was stroking my hand up her thigh, had just lightly grazed her pussy. Just a little slip.

"Sorry baby. What were you saying? What else do I do to you?"

"You hold me down."

"Do I?"

"You do."

"Hmmm. I do sometimes, I admit. But that's not so bad.

"Sometimes..."

Her hips are moving a little, just rocking slightly.

"You make me do things."

"I do? What do I make you do baby?"

"You make me suck your cock. You do. You put it in my mouth, and, oh! And you make me suck it, and...and..."

She loses her thread for a moment when I slip the pads of three oily fingers over her pussy. Very light. Delicate. Over and around and up, and then gone again.

"Go on."

"And sometimes it chokes me a little when you push it in too far, and..."

"Poor kitten." 

I lean forward, and kiss her neck and her ear and her cheek. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open, and when I lean over her I can feel her hips moving under me. I kiss along her jaw line, and her temple and her ear again, and I whisper to her like she likes.

"What else do I do to you kitten?"

"You make me touch myself. You make me come for you."

"Um hm..."

"You make me put my fingers in my pussy, and my fingers get all wet and slippery, and you watch my face, and, and, you put your fingers in my pussy too so you can feel my fingers and my, oh, my pussy all slippery, and you make me come, you make me come for you. For you to watch."

"I do do that, don't I."

"Um hm. You do, and sometimes..."

"What baby?"

"Sometimes you make me lay on your lap and, oh, and suck your fingers, and you use a crop on me, on my ass, and my thighs, and sometimes, oh, sometimes..."

"Sometimes what, baby?"

"Sometimes on my pussy."

"I do?"

"Um hm..."

I slide two fingers into her pussy all at once, and Sarah bucks a little, and moves her hips, and makes a sound, and she is drenched and slick and I can feel her pussy clench on my fingers a little.

"You do. You tap on my pussy with the crop, and it makes the leather wet and dark, and it makes me jump and squirm around, but you hold me down, and sometimes then, sometimes then you put it in my mouth, so I taste myself on the leather, and then you whip me with it, and it makes my thighs hot and, and...god..."

"What else baby?"

"You tie my hands up over my head, up high, and it makes me stretch up, up on my toes sometimes, I have to be up on my tiptoes, and it makes my tummy hollow, and it makes my breasts jut out, and you put your hands on me, and you whip me, and you mark me, on my ass and on my thighs, and on my belly, little lines, and you use the crop on my nipples until they're so hard...so hard and achy, and you press against me, and you like it when I'm naked and you feel the heat on my skin, and sometimes you don't even take me down, you fuck me there, right there with my hands tied up..."

Sarah's finding it a little hard to concentrate. I fuck her slowly, gently, with my fingers, slipping them in and out, nudging her clit just a little, pressing down on her lower back with my other hand. Her eyes are pressed closed like she's concentrating. I lick her neck again, because I like how she tastes.

"Tell me Sarah. What else do I do to you?"

"You, Jim, god, um, you..."

I smile. Her hips are rocking now in a steady rhythm. I keep my fingers sliding. In. Out.

"What?"

"You put your cock in me. You put your cock in my pussy, and my mouth, and..."

"And what?"

"And in my ass. Sometimes in my ass. You like that."

"I do."

"You just get me all wet, and I can't help it, and you get your cock all wet and sometimes you make me suck it until it's all hard and wet, and you just put it into me."

Sarah's breathing is getting rougher, and her pulse is beating in her temple, and I press harder on her clit with my knuckles as I fuck her with my fingers, and I pull them out sometimes, and roll and press her clit with my fingers and it makes her gasp and jerk her hips a little.

"Tell me Sarah."

"You make me lie on my side, and pull my knees up, and you put your fingers in me, put your fingers in my pussy, like, like now, like you are now...

"Yes."

"And you get me all wet, and, and slickery, um, slippery, and you pull out your fingers then, and your fingers are all slippery, and you wipe your fingers over my ass, and you wipe your fingers over your cock, and your cock is leaking too, and, god..."

"Yes."

"And you make your cock all slippery, and you push my knees up more, and you grab my hair, you grab my hair and turn me to look at you, and you like me to look at you, and I feel you pushing against my ass, and it feels so big, it feels too big, and it burns, and then you just, your cock, you, the head of your cock...

"Shhhh..."

I kiss her shoulder, and Sarah takes a deep breath.

"You keep pushing, and your cock opens me up, and I feel you inside of me, I feel your cock all the way inside of me, you just push it in, and you pull my thigh up with your hand, and your cock goes, your cock slips into my ass, and you fuck me, you fuck my ass, you fuck me like that, and you watch my face, and it makes me come, I can't help it, and you feel me coming too, and you come in my ass...baby...Jim..."

"What else?"

Sarah gives a little cry of protest.

"I can't baby...just, just let me..."

She's pressing her ass back hard into my hand, and rolling her hips slowly.

"Tell me baby. Tell me what I do to you."

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"You fuck me. You make me bend over, and sometimes you make me get on my knees, and put my head down, and you fuck me, you put your hand on the back of my neck, or you hold my hips..."

"Yes."

Sarah is unbearably sexy when she's like this. I want to drink her down. So fucking...I don't know. Just...man.

"You hold my hips, and you put your cock into me, and you fuck me, and, and, and...

She gets a little stuck as I roll her clit in my fingers again. My cock is hard and aching, and I can feel fluid leaking out of my cock and making my shaft slick and I can feel her leaking too; my hand is drenched and I can hear my fingers moving in her cunt.

"You make me put my hands on the wall, and you kick my feet apart, and you put it in me, and you fuck me while I'm leaning on the wall..."

"Yes."

"You push me onto the bed, on my face, and you push down on my back, and you pull me to you, and you fuck me, and you pull my knee up on to the bed, and I can feel you, your cock going into me, and you put my hand on you, and I feel you with my fingers on your cock, feel you sliding in and out of me, and, and, you, fuck me until I come, and my legs are shaking, and you fuck me so hard sometimes..."

"I do baby?"

"You do!"

"Poor kitten."

"And you like to hurt me. You like when your cock hurts me. You like to watch my face, and fuck me and hurt me, and you like when I, when I, oh..."

"I do baby, I like it."

I'm moving my fingers slower, but harder now, pressing her clit, pressing three fingers together into her cunt, I can feel her clenching on my fingers, and I press down, onto her favorite spot, and she jerks and cries out softly, and I stroke her there, pressing, slipping, rolling her clit, and she gathers a pillow in her arms, and pulls it into her, and gets up onto her elbows so she can press her ass back harder into my hand. Her eyes are still squeezed shut, and I can kiss her lower back, and shoulder, and I lick a tiny bead of sweat from her back and taste salt and citrus.

"You make me messy. You lick me. You lick my pussy and make me all wet and, and, you don't let me come, and you, you, make me go out with no panties on, and I'm all wet and swollen..."

"I do..."

"My pussy feels warm and swollen and you make me put my fingers in my pussy and show you that I'm wet, and you lick my fingers."

"Mm hm."

"You fuck me, and you come in me, and you, and you make me put my panties back on and my pussy is wet and I can feel your come in me and leaking out of me and you make me go out that way..."

"Yes."

"God, baby, please."

"Tell me what else."

"You, god, you put your cock in my mouth and you come in my mouth. You make me look at you, and move slowly, you like me to feel you coming, you want me to feel your cock pulsing and swelling, and jerking, and shooting in my mouth, and, and sometimes you fuck me until you're close, and then you put your cock in my mouth, and I can taste my pussy on your cock, and you, and then you come in my mouth and you hold my head, and sometimes you pull my head hard, you hold my hair in your fist, or you put your hand on the back of my head, and push your cock all the way into my throat, and it makes me choke a little, and you come with your cock in my throat and you can feel me trying to swallow and I can feel you coming..."

I feel like I could almost come right now, with just this. I free my cock from the fly in my boxers and I stroke my hand along the shaft lightly, and I'm slick with the fluids leaking from the tip, and when I stroke it a little, I feel a current pass along my spine, and a little gush of clear liquid pumps out and drips onto Sarah's back. 

"And sometimes you tie my hands behind me, and make me kneel in front of you, and put your cock in my mouth, and you hold my face in your hands, and you move my mouth on your cock, and sometimes you go fast, and sometimes you put your hand on my throat so you can feel, can...feel, can feel my throat work when you push it in deep, and you, and..."




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"God Sarah..."

"And you make me move on you, you hold my hips, and you spread my legs, and you make me kneel over you, and you, you, you, pull me down onto your cock, and it's hard, and it's all the way up inside of me, and I can feel it touching me all the way deep inside of me, and you pull me down onto your cock, over, and over, and you punch it up into me with your hips, and you make me come, and you watch my face, and you move me, and you hold my breasts..."

"Yes..."

"And you hold my breasts and you pull my nipples, you tug on my nipples, and they get so hard and sore, and you hold them while you fuck me, and you push your cock up into me..."

"Sarah..."

"You push your cock up into me hard, and you hold me still and I feel you coming. I feel you coming inside of me. I feel your cock swell and jerk and pump and shoot, and I feel you coming and you make me come too."

Sarah doesn't even really know what she's saying anymore, she's moving her hips back hard into my hand, and her pussy is so wet I feel it in my palm, and on my wrist, and I lick her back, and bite her shoulder and fuck her with my fingers and she moves under me, and I feel like my heart is one quick hammering beat.

"You kiss me baby. You kiss me until I'm drunk. You kiss me until I'm lost. You kiss my until I'm you, and you're me, and you kiss me until my skin is hot and tight and my legs shake, you kiss me until, until...."

I kiss her. I wrap her hair in my hand, and twist her head towards me, and put my mouth on her mouth, and it's not fierce or rough, it's a slow hot meld, and I put my tongue in her mouth and she sucks my tongue and I bite her upper lip, but gently, and she smiles at me, and smile at her, and slide my thumb, slick with the juices leaking from her pussy, into her ass, and her eyes close, and she gives a long, low moan, and holds very still, and I feel her pussy flutter, and I feel her tummy cramp a little, and I roll her clit with my fingers, and I let go of her hair, and her body is trembling, and I know she's close to coming, I see her pulse in her throat, and I kiss her neck, and stroke her clit, and she gasps again, and gives a pretty little sigh and shudder.

"Make me come, baby."

"Sarah..."

"Make me come, Jim, make me baby, just make me. Just do it, just make me, make me come now, love, please, just please..."

I slip my fingers out of her body, and she moans, and lifts herself up to try to keep them inside of her, and I lean forward on my hands, and go into her, my cock goes into her, in one softhotslide long stroke. She's so wet, and my cock is so wet, that I slip all the way into her at once, and for a moment she can't breathe, and I can't breathe, and the connection is so intense, and I'm sweetly destroyed. 

Sarah whimpers a little, and I pull back, and thrust forward again, harder, and I feel the head of my cock pressing all along the front of her pussy, deep, and I stroke there, and Sarah presses back into me, and I grip her hip in one hand, and drive down again, and again, and Sarah is making little sounds, and her mouth is wet and open, and she pushes back, hard, and freezes, and I push into her deeply, pulling her hip to me, grinding, pressing, and she gives a little sob, and gooseflesh breaks out all over her back and shoulders, and I feel her body gather, and her breathing become ragged, and 

(time)

(stops)

For a moment, and Sarah grips my wrists with her hands, and her body jerks and her smooth little pussy clenches down on my cock, and she's coming, and crying a little, and moving under me, spasms wracking her for an endless moment, and I can feel a little slick of sweat where our bodies slide together, and Sarah reaches a hand up and I put my cheek on her palm as she quiets, still giving little jumps when I move a little.

My arms are trembling, and I roll off of her and she turns to me, and finds my cock with her hand, and raises up, and straddles my hips, and fits my cock to her slick little pussy, and slides down onto me, and she gives a slow blink as she sinks down, and she moves her hips, and I can feel her hard little nipples brushing my chest, and she licks my neck and I can smell her hair and she smiles at me, and a little curl of dark hair is pasted to her temple, and she kisses me and puts her hands on my face, and watches my face, and I don't even have to move, and she moves on me, slow tight hot wet slick grip soft and her eyes are open and on mine, and I don't have to say it and she puts her mouth on my mouth as I start to come, and she pulls it from me, she takes it all away, and I feel my nerves gather to an unbearable pitch, and overload, and I spill over, and it seems too much, too much, far too much, and I'm breathing into her, and she never stops, and she watches me, and holds my face in her palms, and her hair spills over my face, and I feel something on my cheeks that might be tears, and they might be hers or maybe mine.



Tell Me



This is a sequel to 'Marion'. The reader will need to have read that story in order to make sense of the opening paragraphs of this one.

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"You knew, didn't you."

Paul had driven off ahead of us and we were alone now, jolting slowly along the ruts of the bush track, the sun creeping low behind the trees.

"Knew what?"

She ignored my disingenuous reply. "Tell me," she demanded.

"What can I tell you? You saw it for yourself."

"I only caught a glimpse."

It wasn't true. Although she had been in extremis, although she knew it would bring her to the point, she hadn't been able to stop herself staring at it.

"How did you know about it? When did you see it? Tell me everything. I want to know everything."

"We'd had a game of squash and we were in the locker room, getting undressed to shower. I had my back to him, but he said something to me and I turned around and saw it. Talk about being hung like a horse. I've never seen anything like it. It was hanging half-way down his thighs."

"It made you hot, didn't it. The sight of it got you stiff."

Actually she was making me hot, already making small rubbing movements with her crotch against the smooth leather of the bench seat. She was oblivious now to the scrape of the twigs against the side of the jeep as we crept slowly through the bush. What she had in her mind's eye was the memory of what she had seen on the beach.

"I had to turn away. I was surprised at my reaction. I felt myself starting to go stiff. My cock was lengthening and standing out. Fortunately there was no-one else around to see it."

"What happened then? He went into the showers didn't he, with that big animal cock of his dangling out in front of him, slapping against his thighs as he walked. Look at you, you dirty swine. You're playing with yourself just thinking about it."

She was right. I had taken one hand from the wheel and moved it to my lap, touching my cock through my shorts. But it was to her I was responding, the low urgency of her voice, the sharp, lustful smell of her filling the cab. I looked across to see her eyes meeting mine, the full lips drawn back in a half smile, half snarl from her strong white teeth. I returned my eyes to the track in front.

"I couldn't get the thought of it out of my mind. I had to hold my towel in front of me to hide my erection from him when I walked into the showers. I went into the stall opposite his. I hung my towel over the divider and turned on the taps but the play of water on my prick only made things worse."

"You had to look at it again, didn't you. You had to look at that big cock of his again."

She was rubbing herself against the leather in earnest now. She lifted her top up, exposing her full breasts. She cupped them with her hands, and squeezed them gently as she rubbed, her hips moving backward and forward on the seat.

"Yes, I couldn't help but look again. I looked over my shoulder at him. He'd soaped up that hairy body of his and it was covered in suds. He was soaping up his crotch, doing his balls with one hand and his cock with the other." 

"Tell me what it looked like. Tell me. Was it stiff?"

"It was long and glistening with the soapy water. He'd peeled the foreskin back and the glans was big and purple and round like a big ripe plum. His prick was tumescent and standing proud of his thighs but not fully hard. I don't know how you could get enough blood into that thing to make it fully hard. He was sliding his fist slowly up and down the length of it but not like he was wanking, more like he was just revelling in its length and thickness."

"You started frigging your cock watching him, didn't you. The way you want to frig it right now."

And it was true. The urgency in her voice had made me fully erect now and my prick was painfully constrained inside my shorts. I affirmed her assertion by pulling open the leg and releasing it. It sprang up, precum already leaking out the tip. 

She turned toward me and lifted one foot onto the seat, parting her knees and planting the sole on my thigh. The movement opened the leg of her shorts and revealed the crotch of her panties, already wet with her juices, her dark curly hair clearly visible underneath. She pulled the crotch aside to expose her sex, the swollen, hairy lips parting like the rusk of a moist, pink, sticky fruit. Gently she began to palpate her bud, her other hand still squeezing her breast.

"Show me, show me how you frigged your prick while you watched him."

I moved to stop the car but "Drive on," she commanded, and I obeyed, holding the wheel with one hand while I stroked my cock with the other, smearing it first with my pre-cum then half-turning to give her a good look as my fist slid up and down it. She stared and I could hear her shallow breathing, her mouth half-open, the pink point of her tongue flicking her lips.

"I soaped my cock and stroked it like this. I was so aroused looking at his big prick, at him handling it. I was absolutely rigid. My balls were pulled up so tight they were painful. The skin of my cock was so tight I thought it was going to burst, like a sausage skin. I knew I was going to make myself come, but I just couldn't help myself."

"You wanted him to see your stiff cock, didn't you. You wanted him to see how hard he'd made you. You wanted him to see that he'd made you so hot you were wanking yourself."

"Yes, I wanted him to see me wanking my stiff cock. I could tell by the way he was lovingly handling his that he worshipped it and I had a feeling that he liked others to worship it too. I turned side on so that he could see that I was wanking myself and I looked straight at him. He just smiled at me and said it usually had that effect when people saw it, women and men both."

"You wanted more than that, didn't you. You wanted to feel that big horse-cock of his up against your ass."

She leant back against the passenger door and slid her ass along the seat toward me. Her knees spread even wider apart, gaping her cunt and exposing her ass-hole to me. Still fingering her clit with one hand, she took saliva from her mouth with the other and passed it under her leg, lubricating her little puckered mouth from behind.

"He stepped out of the shower and moved toward me. His cock was huge, swinging from side to side. He looked like a stallion about to mount a mare. I was tense and incredibly excited at the same time – more aroused than I have ever been. I kept on wanking myself as he moved toward me.

"He came into my stall and turned me around with my back to him and grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against him. I could feel his big cock pressed between his belly and my back. He rubbed it up and down between my ass-cheeks. I could feel it moving against my ass-hole. It was incredibly erotic. Then he came, so quickly it surprised me. He didn't make much noise, just grunted and I felt the jet of his sperm, warm and wet and sticky, spurting up my back then slowly running down." 

"Then he made you come, didn't he. That stiff red dick of yours was aching to come, wasn't it, like it is now."

Her ass had opened and she had her finger inside, probing herself from behind while two fingers of her other hand working in her cunt from in front, the palm pressed firmly against her hairy mons. I had no choice but to bring the jeep to a halt now.

"Tell me how he made you come."

Her voice was husky with lust. Her eyes were glazed, her features swollen with lust. I was giddy with the scent of her, almost crying with the need to come.

"He reached around with one hand and squeezed my balls while I wanked myself. Then I felt his finger touch my ass. It was wet and slippery. At first I tensed but then I relaxed and he slid it in easily until it touched my prostate. Oh God!"

Oh God, I knew I was going to come now, and so was she. She whimpered and planted her feet, one on the floor of the cab and the other on my thigh and arched her back, lifting her hips off the seat and thrusting her crotch toward my face, her fingers working frantically in both holes. "Do it," she shouted. "Come. You filthy beast. Show me how he made you come." I bellowed as spurt after searing spurt jetted out of me, and she responded with shrill animal cries as she fingered herself to a climax. My heart was pounding in my chest and my ears were shrill with noise as the hordes of parrots, perched high in the trees, shrieked in mimicry.

We sank back into our seats and sat for some time, breathing heavily, lost in our separate thoughts. Slowly, the cacophony outside faded. The dusk was turning to darkness. Finally she stirred, and smirked at me. "I always knew you had a gay streak."

I didn't seek to disabuse her. In fact, I'd made it all up, responding to her cues. After my initial surprise, I hadn't given Paul a second look. We were just two ordinary guys – well, one of us not quite so ordinary - having a shower after a game of squash. But, for a while, for a brief, ecstatic while, I'd done what only the gods can do. I had made the imagined become real for both of us.

I twisted the key in the ignition and the engine sparked into life. The lights carved a tunnel through the darkness and I crunched the jeep into gear and headed into it.



Tell Me



Thank you to those who read, offered criticism and encouraged me. 

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They were lying close, relaxed, the cool air from the fan caressing their dampened skin. She stretched, feeling the bite marks on her back, the linen lightly scratching her spanked ass. Tucking a hand under her head, she turned to him. His head propped on his hand, he smiled down at her, the corner of his eyes crinkling. He leaned over to toy with her puckered nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pinching the nub harder with each twist. She moaned and arched her back. He eased the pressure, causing her to look up at him. 

"Baby, I have an idea," he murmured.

Her brow furrowed. "Okay. I'm listening."

"Instead of me taking you, why don't you tell me what you want?"

"What? What do you mean?" 

"Tell me what you want," he answered, his hand still playing with her breast. She squirmed slightly under his touch.

"I want you. Your pleasure, your satisfaction, your joy. That's all I ever want... you know that."

He squeezed her breast slightly. "And what I want right now is for you to tell me what you want."

She looked into his eyes, captivated by them. Her heart thundering, she felt herself being increasingly aroused by his touch. She arched her back, nudging more breast between his fingers as her hand moved lower between their bodies. He lessened his tweaking, the light touch maddening. Catching her wandering hand, he pinned it beside her head. She pouted. 

"Tell me. Tell me what you want, baby." His voice soothed any last vestiges of discomfort she may have had. She licked her dry lips, and took a deep breath.

"Fine," she muttered. "I want you to kiss me." He placed a tiny, chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. 

"Like that?" 

She shook her head. "On my lips." He lightly pressed his mouth to her own, warm and moist. She slightly opened her lips, willing for his tongue to flirt with hers. He didn't. She groaned in frustration. 

"You're going to have to tell me what you want," he told her with a hint of amusement. She closed her eyes, feeling the colour rise to her cheeks. He is really going to make her do this, really going to make her voice what she wants. A simple thing, really, one that should not cause her any unease with the one she absolutely trusts. She took a deep breath and stared deep into his eyes. She saw nothing but patience.

"I want you to kiss me deep, your tongue playing with mine, teasing me." 

He smiled and leaned down. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" 

Before she could reply, he reclaimed her mouth. His kiss teased her, lips moving over hers. Their tongues danced and caressed each other. She moved into him, deepening the kiss, her hands weaving into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp. She moaned deep in her throat. They spent long moments fiercely exploring each other's mouths. Reluctantly, she tore her lips from his and whispered, "I want you to suck and tug my nipples."

He slowly made his way to her breast, taking possession of her nipples. He sucked on hard nub in through his teeth, his tongue swirling, flicking over the hardened point. His fingers tweaked and circled her other, stiffening it. She gripped his head, holding him to her breasts as she began to tremble in anticipation.

"I want you to bite me." With that request, he sunk his teeth into her nipple, the sharp sensation causing her to cry out and buck from the bed. She felt a rush of warmth settling between her legs. 

"I want you to kiss me... lower," she asked. Kneeling between her legs, he looked at the stretched body before him. He softly kissed her pelvis. 

"Right there?" 

"No."

"Then where?" he invited, sitting back onto his heels. She looked deep into his eyes. "Tell me."

"My cunt." His hands under her ass, he raised her slightly as he lowered his lips for an intimate kiss. She moaned as she felt his mouth move over her, breathing, tickling her wet skin. 

"Lick me," she pleaded. His tongue snaked deep into her, drawing out her juices. Her clit was hard as he twirled the nib into his mouth. Her hips gyrated, pressing deep into him. She grasped the headboard as she raised herself to better meet his warm lips. She could feel the pressure building, her blood racing, the exquisite tingles that he brought. 

"I... want," she breathed. She grunted as he attacked her throbbing sex, leaving her gasping for air. He looked up, a small smile playing on his lips.

"What do you want, my sweet? Tell me."

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "I want... fuck," she swore again as another rush took hold of her. She swallowed. "I – I want you to finger fuck my ass."

He slowly slid his finger into her canal, her wetness coating the digit. Still looking at her, he dropped his mouth and a second later, she felt his tongue rimming her rosebud, providing with a sensuous lubricant. She squealed, and felt her anal muscles part as his finger quietly invaded her, slowly thrusting her length. 

"Yes!" she exhaled. "Suck my clit... please!" His lips rolled over her button, holding it between his teeth, applying a gentle pressure. He lightly slapped the nib with his tongue, covering it with wide, warm swaths as his finger stroked in time. Her hips raised, she writhed on the bed, her nipples hard as she began to grind against his mouth and finger. She shuddered as she felt another thrill run through her quivering body. 

She tugged at his hair, raising his head. "I want you to fuck me. Please. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me. Make me your slut, again and again. Please, oh God, please fuck me," she begged. She felt him climb up her body and settle between her waiting thighs. He slowly slid into her, her walls gripping his shaft. 

"I want you to kiss me," she sighed. "I want you to take me." He lowered his head, offering his lips. She greedily took it, tasting herself, his tongue licking her lips, teasing her. She moaned, her hips moving against his, the tingling forming into a ball of tight tension, settling deep into her pelvis. 

Her fingers dug deep into his straining back, her legs wrapped around his, their hips grinding. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, echoing the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other and of their cries of pleasure. His steady, hard strokes drove her closer to the edge, to that very precipice she so desperately wanted to fall from. She fought for that last ounce of control as she ripped her mouth from his and moved her lips to his ear. 

"I want you to tell me to cum and I want you to cum with me."

He groaned, as she tightened around him, nails scratching his back. Her moans became louder, rougher. She gripped him hard as the ball of erotic tension threatened to explode. 

"Cum for me, my slut," he growled. With those words, she arched her back and called his name, the ripples of her orgasm taking over her, seeping through the every fibre of her being. She felt him thrust into her hard, jerking wildly, his loud groan of release vibrating through their bodies. Her legs squeezed, her convulsing walls milked him wanting, needing the release of his pleasure. He collapsed onto her, his panting tickling her ear as she buried her face into his shoulder, the room suddenly quiet. 

After long moments, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Propping herself on her elbow, she glanced at him and lightly kissed him. They shared a quiet smile, the glow shining through her eyes. She cleared her throat. 

"If I may, the next time, I want you to take me with rope, wax and some serious spankings."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows. "How will you tell me what you want when your mouth is stuffed with panties?"

"Well, there lies the problem. If my mouth is stuffed with panties, then it wouldn't leave any room for it to be stuffed with your cock, now would it?"

"Hmm. That would be a problem, wouldn't it?" he answered seriously. "In any case, your mouth will be stuffed. How would you tell me?"

She shrugged as she nestled in his arms. "Pantomime." 

There was a moment of silence, and then he threw his head back and laughed. Chuckling, he tightened his arms around her as she grinned, her hand playing with his chest hairs, feeling his heartbeat under her cheek as a wave of pure contentment settled over her.