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The Awakening

By: catalina_francisco



Pulling my tight skirt quickly over my arse, I managed to try to look sweet and innocent as my Master opened the front door to His house. We had not been expecting any visitors, so were surprised to hear a knock, just as He filled my arsehole with His thick, hot cum. Trying to appear relaxed was a little difficult as I felt my own honey dribbling down my thighs, and a small trickle of His cum, that had escaped as He quickly withdrew His still hard cock from my depths, running to join my juices on their descent.

"Catalina, my love, make yourself presentable, and make some coffee while I go and let our visitors in."

I was so happy Master asked me to go and fix coffee for everyone, as it gave me an excuse to escape for a moment, and try to wipe away all trace of our earlier play. Normally I would love the feel of my honey running down my bare thighs, but I was shy in front of Master's friends, and did not want to embarrass Him or them. Cleaning away the traces was not as quick and easy as I had thought it would be as my cunt could not stop dripping. Wiping away the honey just teased my clit more, making me want Him inside me again. I could hear the voices of His friends as He led them into the lounge, and invited them to sit down and make themselves at home. Three friends of my Master had shown up, completely unexpected to me. The first one was Lance, who I had met once before. He was about 6 feet 2 tall, very athletic, blond with blue eyes, and almost always smiling. The second, Carlos, was a real Latin type man, one of my Master’s best friends. Friendly, almost always smiling, not very tall, and slightly overweight. The third I had met also a couple of times in the club my Master used to take me to sometimes. Tim was a very loud, sometimes obnoxious guy, who I really did not like and had told my Master.

While I was in the kitchen preparing the coffee, my Master and His friends held a small talk. I could hear the voices, but could not understand what they were saying.

"Today I have a special treat for you guys. Lance remember you told me the other day how much you wanted to see a real whore at work?"

"Yes I remember Damian," answered Lance.

"Well today I am going to give you a show you have never seen before. Today my beautiful Catalina will prove again to me, and all of you, how much she loves me, and how far she is willing to go for me."

"So what is she going to do?" asked Tim.

"Wait and see my friends, wait and see. I am sure I will be able to surprise you, but whatever happens do not leave. Play the game." 

"Sure we will," answered Tim and Lance.

"Carlos also, you have to agree or you leave now."

"Okay Damian, I will play the game and stay," answered Carlos.

"Good."

I finally managed to stop the flow a little, and moving quickly, washed my hands and began to prepare the coffee. I was aware my Master would guess what took my time, but I wondered what His guests would be thinking. Perhaps I was just overreacting and no-one would even notice my tardiness. As the coffee boiled, I arranged a plate of snacks for His friends, and a tray of cups, milk and sugar, to bring with the coffee. As soon as the coffee boiled, I poured it into the tall coffee pot and placing it on the tray, entered the lounge and placed it on the coffee table.

Being still new to Master's country, I was often unaware of the conversation around me unless He and His friends were speaking in English, but it did not bother me as I found joy in sitting at His feet enjoying the soothing sound of His voice above and around me. I was never bored or lonely now He was the focus of my life. I put on some music I knew Master liked, and took my place at His feet, my head resting against His knee.

Master talked with His friends for a while, drinking coffee, and enjoying their company. I felt blessed to have a Master who had so many friends who liked and respected him. His hand rested on my head, at times idly stroking my hair, at others caressing my shoulder and neck to let me know He was thinking of me, loving me.

"Rover come here. Where are you? Come to your Master," Damian called loud and suddenly.

Our 'dog' wandered into the room, flopping down at Master's feet and stretching out in relaxed pleasure. Our 'dog', in reality was not a dog; he was a transsexual slave that belonged to my Master. He had big breasts, a huge dick, and was always naked. However, my Master had made him our 'dog'. We would take him out for walks, he would eat from a bowl, drink his water out of a bowl, and in everything acted and behaved as a dog. Master had even given him a dog’s name. I was very surprised that Master called him, He normally would never allow Rover to be present when there was company.

I stroked his ear as his head rested on my foot, scratching him under his chin as he loved. Sniffing, being the dog Master had told him to be, he picked up the scent of our lovemaking and passion, and began to nudge my leg in response. Squeezing my shoulder with His fingers I knew Master had noticed his interest. I didn't know what to do, and knew at any moment he would become more insistent with his desires, and I also knew I was not allowed to refuse him. I was Master's whore and He had instructed me clearly that I was to satisfy Rover whenever he wanted.

Panicked, I went to rise from the floor so I could leave the room before he became any more aroused. Already his cock was erected, its tip dripping precum, shining against his stomach. Normally it would have excited me to have Rover so excited by me, but not now in the presence of His friends. Master's fingers tightened on my shoulder, pushing me back down and holding me there. I couldn't understand what He was thinking, feeling sure He saw what was happening. I looked up at Master to try and relate my panic to Him without raising any embarrassing questions from His friends. I didn't want Him to be put in such a position, and face the shame of having our activities exposed.

"Catalina, it is okay. I know, he wants you almost as much as I do I'm afraid. I want you to act as if my friends were not here and pleasure him for us."

I could not believe Master was going to allow Rover fuck me in front of His friends. I did not think I could lower myself so much as to perform like this in front of everyone.

"Come Catalina, you know you must obey me. It is not as if you have never done this. You pleasure our mutt almost as much as you pleasure me these days, and though you still do not feel comfortable doing it for me, you do. Now I am ordering you to perform as you would if there were only him and I in the room."

Standing, I stood before Master with my head lowered to hide the tears of shame and fear in my eyes. My legs were trembling as I faced Him hoping He would feel my pain and tell me it was okay, He would not need me to degrade myself in front of His friends.

"My friends and I have often discussed whores who suck and fuck dogs Catalina. Unlike me, they have not had the privilege of watching it happen up close and personal. I want to give them this opportunity, as well as enjoy the sight of you being made to whore yourself for my friend's pleasure. I want you to start by fondling him, and then give him the headjob of his life before inviting him to fuck your hungry cunt."

"Master please don't ask this of me. I can't do it."

"You will do this for me, out of love for your Master, out of respect, and out of your basic desire to please, and always obey your Master. Now be quick about it."

His voice was stern, but also loving, giving me the strength to do for Him what ever He wanted. He never needed to threaten or force me. He knew that I would do anything for Him. Standing up from His seat, Master's hand reached out and tore the thin dress from my body, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the room, Rover’s nose pushing between my arse cheeks, his tongue licking where Master's cock had fucked me earlier. I burned with shame at my sudden nakedness, and our dog's attention. Although Rover was in reality not a real dog my Master had told me he was, so in my eyes it was the same to fuck Rover, or fuck a dog. To me, in my mind, I was fucking a dog in front of everyone, and the fact that in reality Rover was a transsexual was not helping me at all. 

Tears slipped down my cheeks as my Master caressed my breasts and cunt, His hands returning to my breasts to play with His rings threaded through my nipples, our names engraved on them with the infinity symbol. I had never felt so degraded and embarrassed, and did not know how I would endure what He was demanding of me. Kissing me, He gave me an encouraging hug before pushing me to the floor and demanding I begin to caress Rover. My hand shook as I reached under his belly and closed over his balls, gently stroking as I knew he liked. Like the incorrigible mutt he was, he immediately rolled onto his back giving me easier access to his balls and cock. My hand massaged his balls gently, and then slid up to caress his hardening cock. I could not allow myself to think of Master’s friends watching me as I caressed our 'dog' for His pleasure.

"Catalina, take his cock in your mouth, but first kneel above his face so he can lick your cunt as you pleasure him. You haven't pleasured him for two days so he deserves a little consideration and pleasure, my adorable slut."

Straddling his face, I spread my legs wider so my cunt was in easy reach of his long tongue. Before I even bent forward to take him in my mouth, I felt his hot tongue lick between the folds of my open cunt, its length snaking up inside my hole to lick the honey from its source. I could not believe how far up inside me he could stretch his tongue, the pleasure of the sensation and depravity intense.

Leaning forward, I closed my eyes as I took his cock in my mouth, slipping my lips over his erection, sliding down to the base of his shaft, licking and sucking.

"Open your eyes Catalina. Look at his belly, his balls, and his cock going in and out of your filthy whore's mouth. Think about his cock in your hot slut's mouth while we watch."

As I opened my eyes, I saw Master's friends watching intently as I sucked Rover. I was so humiliated and ashamed to have His friends see me do this, to know the whore I was. My shame could be felt throughout my body, the tension invading every pore, my cunt and arse hole tightening. I tried to concentrate on the movements of sucking his cock, without allowing myself to think directly about the fact I was once again sucking off Rover. After the many mouthfuls of Rover’s cum I had swallowed, I should have been used to the idea, but I could never get over the disgusting fact I had become such a whore I would suck off Rover’s cock for Master.

Without warning Master grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me to my feet. Forcing me to my knees again in front of the couch He pushed me forward, at the same time using His foot to spread my knees apart, leaving my cunt and arse wide open and exposed to everyone. 

Holding his collar, you helped Rover mount me as I lay face down on the couch. His clawlike nails dug painfully into my back and sides as he tried to pull himself onto my prostrated body. I felt the tip of his cock enter my love tunnel as his nails dragged down my sides, drawing blood with their sharpness. His cock was hot as it buried itself deep inside me and he began to pump me hard and fast.

"You are such a good whore Catalina. I never get tired of watching him fuck you and knowing how you feel degraded and humiliated no matter how often we do this. I love to have this power, knowing you will never be able to fully accept your role as slut to man and 'dog' alike."

As Rover's passion mounted, so did the pain of his nails gouging my flesh. His cock was close to cumming as I felt Master wipe some of the blood from my back and sides. I felt his cock explode inside me, his hot cum filling me to overflowing. As he pulled out of me and laid on the floor to recover, Master reached between my thighs and scooped his cum up as it began to flow from my cunt. As Master held out His hand and told me to lick up every drop, I once again felt my skin crawl and stomach turn. My tongue worked fast to clean Master's fingers. I could not let my Master dirty His hands with Rover’s cum when it was my duty to make sure it never went to waste, the same as the cum of my Master. I licked between His fingers, and put my own hand between my legs, then inside my cunt to scoop out the remnants of Rover's cum and lick it from my fingers as if it was candy.

"Catalina have you forgotten something?"

"Thank you Master for degrading me again and giving me the benefit of Your training to make me the dirtiest whore. I love You for showing me how to become the whore I am."

"You are a good slave Catalina and you have learnt well. There will be many more lessons which will help complete your training and give me, and others, pleasure."

I was relieved.... I thought it was over. I had survived another ordeal, pushed another of my boundaries and made my Master pleased and proud of me. His pleasing words were filling me with pride, and I had almost forgotten I had just sucked and fucked Rover in front of Him and His friends. 

"Catalina, escort Rover to the backroom and close the door, then go upstairs and bring my toolbox."

I realized suddenly that I was still naked in front of Master's friends. They had just seen me do one of the most depraved actions a slave could for a Master. My face started to turn red with shame. I did not dare look up at His friends, afraid to see the disgust in their eyes for me. I bent down to pick up the remnants of my dress and was rewarded with a loud, painful slap to my butt. It was nothing compared to what Master normally put me through, but I had never been punished in front of others, and it made me feel even more aware of what was happening. Suddenly I remembered what He had asked me to do. I was going to have to bring Master's toolbox, and this could only mean one thing. 

"Master, please have you not shamed me enough?"

"Do as I told you Catalina. You have another chance to make me proud."

I knew my Master was not angry with me. His voice was full of love, and I knew that if He would have been angry, He would not call me Catalina. I concentrated on His voice, on His words, took a deep breath, and went to perform what He had asked of me. It did not take long for me to comply, and I walked back with His toolbox. As he had taught me, I knelt beside Him and offered Him His heavy toolbox, holding it with my two hands in front of me. Master ignored me for a while and I could feel the strain of my muscles to keep the toolbox in this position. I had decided to concentrate on Him, and only on Him, focusing out everyone else in the room, and it was working. It was as if the world was concentrated on only the two of us. The coffee table, which a minute before had been filled with cups of coffee and treats, had been emptied and cleaned, and I saw the black rope Master loved using on me so much. Looking at the amount He had rolled up next to the coffee table, I could see that He was going to bind me, immobilize me completely. Suddenly I felt the weight of the toolbox removed from me. Master had picked up the toolbox and set it down next to the coffee table. Without uttering a word, He gripped me by the hair, and dragged me the 6 feet to the table. I was roughly thrown belly down on the coffee table.

"Gentlemen, since you have been so fortunate to enjoy the show my slave and 'dog' have just given, it is time to pay back. Anyone who feels he is not up to it can leave right now. If you don't leave, for the duration of this session you are all under my command, and will do whatever I tell you to do."

Nobody left. For a minute I had hoped they would all stand up and leave my Master and me alone. My Master instructed Lance to help him, while he started to bind me to the coffee table. First around my waist, my Master bound me, making diamond shapes with the rope. Then He went and tied my hands to the legs of the table. He took a pillow from the couch and put it under my head. Forcing my legs as wide as He could, He then bound them also to the legs. I was completely helpless and could not move an inch anymore. I could hear the clicking of the camera, which He had given to Carlos, who was taking pictures of me from almost every angle. 

"Carlos, you did replace the memory stick after the session with Rover I hope. If not, do it now, or you will run out space to take pictures....And you, Tim, still have enough tape? If not, replace it with a new video tape."

I had not realized earlier that Master's friends had been taking pictures, and were filming me. My shame grew, filling every pore of my body. I did not think that the experience before could have been more shameful, but I had just learned a new lesson. 

"No slipknot this time Catalina...there are enough people around."

I could not move an inch. My female parts were open and very visible. I was completely helpless and naked, feeling extremely vulnerable, but also protected by the presence of my Master. As long as He was here, I knew I was safe. Opening His tool box, Master took out a pair of latex surgical gloves.

"Here Lance, put them on. You will need them." 

"Catalina, you are not allowed to make a single sound."

Lance put on the latex gloves. Master then rose, and walking to the couch, sat himself down. 

"Take a butt plug and insert it into Catalina’s arse, and do not be gentle just plug it in....no lube."

Lance took a butt plug out of the tool box and tried to insert it into my arse. I tried to loosen up my butt muscles but found it incredibly hard to do. It was not my Master I was opening up too. I tried again to loosen up but just could not. Lance tried forcing in the butt plug but failed. My Master slowly rose up from the couch and without saying a word He picked up His whip from the tool box. Suddenly His whip descended with force on my back.

"Catalina open up. I am here. You have nothing to worry about my love, you are opening up for me, to please me."

After saying this, His whip descended several times on my back. I knew my Master loved me, but I also knew that He had no problems whatsoever in punishing me when I deserved it. My concentration was on the whip descending on my back, and I forget completely what Lance was about to do, when suddenly I saw my Master nod and I felt the butt plug enter forcefully into my arse. The pain was delightful to me, and I could not help but enjoy the pain the whipping and the butt plug were both giving me. My Master stopped whipping me and sat back down on the couch.

"Take the big black dildo Lance, and insert it in my slave’s cunt."

Lance picked up the dildo, and inserted the huge monster into my pussy. I was so wet from my own excitement at being used as the whore I was becoming, that the dildo slid in easily. I could feel both my holes completely stretched to their maximum, and my back was still painful from the loving whipping my Master had given me. I had become completely focused on my body, and my shame, and I hardly noticed my surroundings anymore. 

"Take a whip Lance, and start to whip Catalina's back."

I knew my Master would never allow anyone to use His own whip, but he had several whips in His tool box. Lance took a small, black leather whip, and started to whip my back. I could hardly feel any pain at all.

"What is that?!! I said whip her back not caress it! Here, let me show you."

I felt my Master’s whip descend on my back again. His touch was harder and incredibly more painful, but I did not make a sound. 

"See, she is not made of porcelain. Catalina is my slave...she can take much more than this, so come on, do not be a sissy."

Lance started to whip me a lot harder, still nothing close to what my Master did to me, but slightly painful. 


The Awakening



"This is not going to work. Lance, leave the whip and change positions with Tim. Tim take a set of gloves and put them on."

Tim and Lance changed position, and Tim took up the same whip that Lance had been using. His first touch surprised me. He hit almost as hard as my Master. Together, Tim and my Master started to whip my back, my legs. The scratches made by Rover opened up and blood started to flow over my back, which was soon completely marked and red. By now, I was starting to feel more pain than I had ever felt with a whipping. Both men were sweating from the intensity of their whipping.

My back did not get one moment of rest. My Master and Tim were working together as a perfect team, hitting in perfect harmony. One whip descended, and the other was lifted up already descending to whip me again. It was something I had never felt before, and my honey was oozing out of my cunt. My body was reacting to the humiliation and pain, and was close to cumming, but I could not ask permission to cum so was stuck with trying to fight it off. The pain was getting to me by now and I desperately wanted to scream to be relieved at least a bit. 

"You may speak, and make sound my love."

After hearing my Master giving me permission to speak for a couple of seconds, I was caught between screaming in pain, and seeking permission. What eventually came out was a scream, with which I begged to cum. My Master did not respond, so I started to beg louder, relieving in this way my need to scream. After what appeared an eternity, I heard Tim.

"Let her cum man, she needs it."

"Out of here!! Leave the whip, and leave my house now. I decide what happens to my slave."

Tim looked up strange, but did as my Master ordered.

"Carlos, come here, take Tim’s place."

Carlos took over the whip from Tim, and together he, and my Master repeated the same process. Carlos hit even harder then Tim, almost as hard as my own Master, and the pain after the small break I'd had was getting to me, and I started to beg again. 

"You may cum."

That was all He needed to say, and in a loud scream I came. My body shook while still being whipped, the vibration making the table shake. My Master and Carlos stopped whipping me, which was both a relief, and a disappointment. I still wanted more, craved it. My back felt like it was torn completely open, and I could feel small rivers of blood running over it, and still I wanted more, I needed more. Every time my Master passed another pain limit, and I thought I could not handle more, my body ached to go further. It was as if there were no limits to my hunger for pain. 

"Well, we can not whip your back anymore Catalina, or I am going to scar it and destroy the beauty of your skin, so we are going to do something else."

My Master put the whip away and ordered Carlos to do the same. Both of them took a cane and started to hit my butt over and over again in the same perfect partnership they had shown before. Over and over again they hit, the exact same place. I was screaming with pain, the canes started to hit faster and faster, and I was begging my Master to stop, which He did not listen to. 

"Cum now Catalina, cum for your Master!!" 

My body quaked uncontrollably, and I came again with such force that the dildo and butt plug exploded from my body with such force that they landed six feet away. I always came the hardest when my Master made me cum on command. Carlos and Master had stopped beating me with the cane, and both men were dripping in sweat now from the beating and whipping they had given me. For a moment I had rest, and now I really wished for it to stop. 

Never before had my Master abused my body in this way, and I now had learned my limits of pain. I did not want to feel any pain any more. I was hardly conscious...the pain, the cumming, the stress was almost too much. I was in a different world now. The surrounding had disappeared, and I was only feeling my body, the pain in my butt was more than I had ever endured. I was not really conscious any more, and did not notice my husband's friends leave..... I just lay on the table. And then I heard the sweet voice of my Master.

"My love, I am so proud of you. You have performed better then I could have ever dreamed."

His words filled me with pride and pleasure, and then He started to remove my bondage from me. I was so tired I could not even move. Then I felt His hands starting to massage oil into me, taking care of me. He picked me up in His strong arms and carried me up to our bedroom where He padlocked His chain to my collar. Taking me in His arms just before I fell asleep, I felt the soft touch of His mouth on my cheeks as He whispered into my ears.

"I love you for now and ever." 



The Awakening



I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking and as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes I tried to remember whom it could be cooking. I had been living alone for the last three years not even dating after the fucking I had gotten by my ex wife. She had taken my kids and my bank account to run off with the husband of her best friend.

I jumped up letting the sheet fall off my nude body, "Shit it's Tina!" I thought to my self.

Tina was my eighteen-year-old daughter. She had called me out of the blue wanting to come home. It seems her mother would not let her have any contact with me after she left me and when she came of age and Tina had told her mom to fuck off she wanted to see her dad. Her mom in turn had told her ok she could see me all you want after you get the fuck out of her house! So now here she was. I had picked her up at the airport the evening before.

I slipped on some old shorts and went to the kitchen. I stopped at the door looking at the back of the young woman standing at the sink with her back to me. She had on a T-shirt the just covered her ass exposing her long, long legs; the girl was five eleven in her bare feet. I leaned up on the door jam watching my now not so little girl as she bent over to get into the dishwasher. Her sweet little ass cheeks came into view as she bent over!

"Shit! She has on a thong!" I almost choked coughing as she turned and looked at me.

Tina smiled at me, "Good morning sleepy head! I hope you are hungry!" She walked over to me kissing me on the cheek, "Thanks dad."

"Thanks for what?" I asked trying to get my cool back. "Fuck when did she grow tits like that! Oh you ass hole! This is your little girl I you are gawking at!" I told my self.

The table was all set and Tina poured me a cup of coffee as I sat down. "Thanks for what?" I asked again.

She put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me and then sat across from me with her own plate of food. "For taking me in." she looked deep into my eyes. "I know how you got screwed by mom and I know that you did what you could to keep me. I know that you didn't have to let me come here and I am glad you did because I love you!" She was talking very fast, "I know I must have messed up your plans for the week end. I guess your girl friend must be pissed to."

I looked down through the glass table top to see she was setting with her legs open so that I was looking right at her crotch as she spoke to me. Her little panties had slipped up into her slit so her vagina lips were exposed to my gaze! They were shaved bare!

Shit I was getting a hard on!

I tried to look away taking some eggs in my mouth then looking into her eyes. "Well first off you are my baby and I love you to. I am very glad you are here with me and this is your house as long as you want it to be." She crossed her legs drawing my eyes back to them. "And I don't have a girl friend to worry about. It's just you and me babe!" 

"Good now with her leg crossed I can think again." I thought as I looked into her eyes, "Umm, what do you want to do today? I called in to work and took a couple of days off so we can do any thing!"

Tina stood up making her breast moved on her chest as she picked up my coffee cup to fill it again, "Fuck they are nice! Dam man stop it this is your little girl! Look at something else!" I looked at the floor as she moved.

"Can we go for a ride? I would love to see the cost line." She sat my cup down.

"Was she looking through the table at my hard? Did I see that?" I asked myself "Sure we can do that! It will be fun." I said to her.

She finished eating keeping her legs crossed and not talking much just eating. She finished and stood up flashing her pussy at me again then started taking the dishes to the sink. "I'll go get ready." She said as she ran her hand over my shoulders when she walked by. "I'm glad."

"Glad about what?" I asked.

Tina bent over kissing me on the cheek, "Glad that I don't have a girlfriend to compete with. I'm glad it's just us." She smiled at me kissing me softly on the lips her tits pushing into my shoulder as she leaned into me. Then she was gone down the hall to the bathroom.

I went to my bathroom and was standing with a light towel around me shaving when I looked into my mirror to see Tina's bedroom door was open. I couldn't remember if it was open before or not! She walked past the door as naked as the day she was born! It was very fast but fuck! Then she came back setting on the end of her bed to slip her panties on! She put her feet through the leg holes and then stood up facing me! I just kept shaving hoping she couldn't tell I was staring at her as she looked at my back. Tina kind of bounced as she pulled them up making her tit's bounce as she adjusted her panties. She picked up a little summer dress and slipped it on over her head leaving her breasts bare under the thin material and then she moved out of my sight!

My cock was so hard I thought it would bust on its own and I was just about to touch it when she appeared in the door to my bathroom. "What kind of shoes should I wear? I mean sneakers or something a little nicer?" I looked to see her holding two pairs of shoes up.

I picked the little sandals. "I think the heals will be good for what we are going to do my love."

Tina smiled at me then went back to set on the end of her bed to slip on the sandals. Her dress slipped up on her thigh as she put them on. "What the fuck." I thought. "If she isn't shy why should I be. Besides lets see what she does." I let my towel drop as I reached for my clean shorts! My cock had softened just a little but was hanging at least at half hard making all eight and a half inches stand out nicely as I slipped my shorts up over it.

Tina looked! She tried to act like she didn't but I seen it and then I knew she had known I was watching her as she dressed! I walked to her door as I slipped my T-shirt over my head. She buckled the strap on her shoe smiling at me. "All ready?" I asked.

"Yep! Lets go!"

Part 2 The ride.

Tina let her dress slip up high on her thigh as she slipped into my old truck. She watched me looking at her leg's then smiled at me as I walked around to get in. "Are you ok Dad?"

"Yes why do you ask?"

"You keep looking at me so funny. I'm sorry if you don't like the way I look!"

"OH Tina honey! No baby it's just that I do like the way you look and I keep thinking things your dad should not be thinking! Fuck girl your beautiful!"

"I'm very glad you think so. I have wanted you to think I was good looking for years." She slid over next to me as I started the truck and put it in gear. She let her hand rest on my thigh. 

"Do you remember on my sixteenth birth day when you and mom got in that big fight. I had a new dress that you and I went shopping for and then she would not go to dinner with us. It was just you and I that went to dinner. Do you remember dancing with me and holding me close to you, holding me like a man holds a woman, do you remember?"

I pulled us onto the highway as she spoke to me, "Yes I remember that, and I know that your mom took you away from me right after that!"

"I fell in love with you that night and not a day has went by that I have not cried because I wanted to be with you." 

Her hand tightened on my thigh. She slipped a little side ways making her dress pull up to her hip! It was hard trying not to look at her so I could drive. I let my hand drop to her bare thigh wondering what she would do. She just put her other hand on mine holding it in place as we drove.

"Well you are suppose to love your dad."

My cock was pushing on my pants to the point of hurting as we drove. She would take her hand off of mine on her leg to point at something or to make a point as we talked. She always put it back on mine and her other hand never left my leg. At one point we went over a big bump and my hand bounced higher up to the middle her thigh. She just let me keep it there. We laughed and talked the whole way up the coast to Santa Barbara getting to know each other. I found her to be funny and very smart. She was very easy to talk to and we talked about every thing.

We found a little place to have lunch so we stopped and I walked around to open the truck door for her. Her eyes never left mine as she slipped across the truck seat. Her dress pull up over her thighs so I could see her panties as she moved and I couldn't help it I had to look!

Tina just smiled at me; "Do I have to call you dad?"

"Well baby I am your dad. What do you want to call me?"

She took my hand as we walked. "Well I would like to call you by your name, Sam, is that ok?"

"If that is what you want."

We had our lunch and then went to the beach. We spent the afternoon walking holding hands or arm in arm. She ran in the waves stopping to play in the water not looking like the little girl I was use to but a mature young woman. The wind blew her little dress up around her thighs making her laugh as she watched me looking at her. She moved back to the sidewalk setting on a rock to put her shoes back on. She lifted one leg up to the side to do the buckle letting me look up between her soft thighs to her white panties. She smiled as she watched me looking at her with a longing I had not felt in a long, long time.

We stopped in a small café for dinner. Tina slipped into the booth pulling her damp dress up high on her legs. Again she watched me looking at them then slipped them under the table. I slipped in next to her setting so close our thighs touched. She took my hand putting it on her bare thigh. God her skin was hot to the touch and she smiled at me as I let my fingers move to the inside of her soft thigh.

"Do you like my leg's?"

"Very much! But then you know that's my weakness don't you?"

"Yes I know. I also know I like it when you touch them." She ran her hand over my cheek as she spoke softly to me.

I needed to change the subject. "Umm, it's getting late. What do you say we get a room here and then tomorrow we can look around some before going home?"

"Oh Sam that sounds like fun to me! God I love you so much!"

She leaned up kissing me softly.

The waiter had been watching us acting like we were on a date or something and his attention was not lost on Tina. He brought us the bill as we finished eating. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was wondering what a thirty eight year old man was doing with this young eighteen year old girl. Tina smiled as she saw the look on his face to and as we stood up to leave she spoke to him.

"Yes we are married and yes he is very, very rich! Yes I want his money and he knows that to! He also has a ten inch dick!"

It was all I could do to keep from laughing in the poor guys' face as she took my hand planting it firmly on her ass as we walked away. We were both laughing our asses off as we got to the truck. We found a very nice hotel and got a room. It was a very nice place and as we walked past the lounge with music playing softly Tina pulled me in.

"Will you dance with me Sam?"

I pulled her to me kissing her softly on the forehead as I held her to me. The music drew us into each other's arm like we were made for each other. I let my hand drop to her ass pulling her tighter to me as she looked up into my eyes. There was a fire in them that I had not ever seen before. We danced a few more times and I drank a couple of beers before Tina wanted to go.

Our room was nice with two bedrooms and a separate living room. There was a white terry cloth bathrobe for each of us.

"I'm going to shower sweet hart." I picked up my robe.

"Ok."

Tina stood up pulling her dress over her head! Her big thirty-six C's bounced as she dropped it to the floor. I watched, as her nipples grew hard as the cool air hit them. She watched me looking at her as she slipped off her panties letting them fall with her dress.

Standing there in only her heals she put her hand out to me. "I'll wash your back!"

"Are you sure you know where this is going?" I asked her. "I mean this is so wrong on so many levels that I can't even begin to think about it!"

Tina walked over to me kicking off her shoes as she came. She stepping up on her tows as she took my rock hard dick in her hand. 

"Yes I know exactly where this is going!" She pulled on my pecker as she spoke to me, "It's going to the shower then it's going in my mouth and then it's going in here!"

She took my hand putting it on her pubic mound as she pulled my mouth to hers kissing me deeply. Tina pushed me back to the bed making me fall back. We were both laughing as she moved on top of me.

"Now that I have thought about it for a minuet I don't want to wait! I want it in here now!"

Tina took my dick in her hand as she slipped on top of me. She held it like it was made of glass as she slid it up over her open pussy lips. Then she moved to letting me slip just into her vagina opening! She shook her tits at me as she let my cock slip slowly deeper and deeper into her hot wet and oh got so tight hole! I hit bottom what I thought was bottom making her grunt! She just kept setting on me pushing down. She shuddered as I lifted her up easing the prissier. Then as she looked into my eyes Tina slipped back down taking me in again. Now she was pushing down hard using all of her weight! Tina rested her hands on my chest letting her head fall forward as she went all the way down. "GRRAAAAGG!" came from her then she looked up at me. 

"It has never been so full! Oh Dad I wanted to be with you like this for ever!" She was rocking slowly back and forth as she spoke. She bit her bottom lip. "UMM oh I want ooooo umm to be your wife and to oh GOD I'm CUMONINNGGGGGG OHHHHhhhh! cuming! Oh ungggggg yesss!" 

I lifted her just a little and began pumping into her wet hole. She fell forward mashing her tits into my chest; her nipples almost burning me they were so hot!

"Oh god here it is again HOooooo Sam yes!

I shot off into her pumping into the first woman I had, had in year's and it was my little girl!"

"Oh fuck baby take it! Ooh god yes's!"

We held each other as we both shook through our cum's. We kissed like two people that loved each other and needed to be together. Tina let her headrest on my chest as my dick softened and slipped out of her cum filled hole. Then lifted up letting her tit's rub on my chest as her hair fell around her face.

"Will you let me be the wife to you that my mother never was? Will you let me love you like you deserve to be loved and take care of you?"

Oh Tina I love you to! Yes we will be a family and I will take care of you like you should be taken care of!



The Awakening



This story is based on an online chat session between my lover and I and is written by both of us. This story may be re-posted in its entirety with the permission of the authors. For permission or feedback, email me. Positive feedback provokes future postings. Thanks and enjoy!

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He slowly awakes and hears her breathing deeply as they lie next to each other. He turns his head and realizes she is still sleeping. She is lying on her back, legs slightly apart; her right hand nestled under her breast, the other on her hip. He gently moves down the bed and ever so lightly begins to kiss her bare hip, working his way down her leg to mid-thigh then back up again.

He continues moving his body, touching her ever so lightly so she can become accustomed to his caresses. He gently moves her legs apart as he settles in between them, slowly lowering his face into the "V" of her legs. He feels the heat emanating from her and grins to himself as he smells her womanhood. Her breathing is deep, a sure sign she is still sleeping. He slowly moves his head closer, sticking his tongue out as he gets the first taste of her for the day. She hasn't tasted better.

He slowly works his tongue all over her pussy, never penetrating the folds of her lips. He wants her to get used to his tongue touching her before going any further. He hears her faint gasps as he drags his tongue over her distended labia. He hears and feels her breathing getting deeper. Out of instinct, he suspects, she begins to slowly grind her hips, positioning her pussy so his tongue can touch where she wants it. As she pushes his tongue penetrates her yielding lips.

She smiles as she opens her eyes. Looking down at him, her hips undulating with the desire he has awakened in her, she reaches down to run her fingers through his hair pulling him closer to her, his mouth so hot and wonderful on her. With his mouth pressed against her, he opens wider and lets his tongue penetrate deep into her. He feels her clit with the tip of his tongue and begins to flick the hardening nub. He can feel her heartbeat through her clit. Her breathing getting deeper, as her hands begin rubbing, caressing and massaging her lover wherever she can reach. She moans quietly as he moves lower, through her now puffy lips toward the opening of her womanhood. She moves her hands and pulls her lips apart, gently rubbing where his tongue had just been. She begins cooing, grinding, gasping as his experienced tongue makes love to her pussy.

He looks up, beyond her pelvis, past her tummy, over her hard nipples, through her cleavage to her beautiful face. He sees the intensity, the passion, the desire she has for him; the need to feel loved and be made love to. He smiles to himself, his tongue working in and around her pussy, thinking what a lucky guy he is to be with such a ravishing being.

He feels her fingertip lightly poking him in the nose. He turns his gaze to her hand to see her rubbing her clit. With her other hand, she pulls her lips open, exposing her distended clit. He feels her body begin to quiver. She looks him in the eye asking, begging, for the exquisite pleasure she knows he will give her. He knows her orgasm is building and knows just what to do.

He works his wet tongue back up between her lips. He begins sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh as he nears her clit. She moves her hand, allowing him access to her sensitive organ. Her clit sticks out like a tiny cock when she is fully aroused – about half an inch (13cm) – just right for sucking on. He arrives at her clit again. Her hips immediately begin gyrating, her breathing is deep, her moans louder and more frequent. He pushes the bud up with his tongue then surrounds the flesh with his lips. He begins a slow sucking motion on her tender clit. She feels her orgasm building. She begins panting, moaning louder, more urgently.

As he times his rhythm with hers, he sucks a little harder on her clit while slowly inserting his index and middle finger into her. She is more than wet enough for them to easily slide into her. She lets out a throaty moan and raises her hips higher as she feels the suction and invasion of her body. Sucking on her clit, he begins to twirl his tongue over the tip of the engorged nub. He jabs the tip of his tongue into the folds of her clit. Moving his fingers in and out, wiggling them as he works them back inside her, feeling her pussy clenching his fingers.

He looks up again toward her face seeing the perspiration glimmering on her body with the light from the window. She is using both hands to caress her breasts. She licks her fingers and begins playing with her protruding nipples, using her nipple rings to tug and pull on the hard buds. He feels her body reacting to his attention. Her hands move to his head. She is pulling him closer, harder into her aching pussy. Her internal muscles are milking his fingers with each movement. He knows her orgasm is close as he re-doubles his efforts, seeking his reward.

Sucking, nibbling, flicking his tongue over her clit, her body is nearly convulsing. His hand impaled in her wet pussy, his fingers bent up slightly as he tickles her g-spot. All the stimulation is too much for her. She lets out a long, low grunt, pulls his face hard into her, squeezes her pussy closed around his fingers and lets her orgasm crash through her body. Her hips buck, gyrating, grinding his face into her body as waves of pleasure wrack her body. Her moans echo off the walls as, her pussy expels her hot, sticky cum all over his fingers and hand. He releases his suction from her clit as he busies his mouth on her pussy, lapping up all her womanly fluids. This is his reward and he loves sucking her juices in and swallowing her cum. He loves the feel of her sticky fluid coating his mouth and throat. 

Her body continues to quiver as he cleans her body of her cum. She feels as if she is in an alternate, erotic world. Her breathing is not as deep and labored now but her nipples are still rock-hard, which she likes. She moves her hands to her lovers’ head and caresses him like a puppy dog, stroking his hair and face while he finishes cleaning her. She takes deep breaths to calm herself as the dew on her body slowly begins to evaporate.

With her body shivering from his touch, he knows she is ultra sensitive. He reluctantly removes his mouth from her and begins to crawl up her body. He trails his tongue and lips along her tummy and abdomen, kissing and nibbling her soft skin. He reaches her cleavage and lingers, licking and kissing her body. Her hands move with him along his neck and back, caressing him as he pays homage to her body. He trails his tongue to her right nipple. He gently sucks it between his lips, but not too hard. He knows her body and right now her nerves are on their highest alert. He gingerly suckles on the hard, pulsing nubbin, pulling the ring with his teeth then lets it slip between his lips. He moves to the other and repeats his action, maybe licking a little longer than he did with the other one. He moves up onto her chest while his lips and tongue leave a light trail of saliva.

His mouth reaches her neck as he begins kissing her up and down, back and forth. He moves his mouth to just under her earlobe – she likes when he does that. So much so that she feels for his cock as it presses into her belly. She begins to stroke him, feeling his veins in her hand while his mouth continues its assault on her. She extends her tongue and begins licking his ear. He moves to feel his mouth on hers. They kiss, a deep, passionate, loving kiss - tongues tangling, sucking each other while her hand continues to lightly stroke his hard, throbbing cock.

She puts her hand on his chest and gently moves him away, her other hand still gripping and stroking his hard shaft. She leans up as he leans back and to the side; their body’s inches apart, moving in unison. He turns and lies flat on his back while she moves up to her knees, still stroking his solid cock. Then she moves so she is straddling his left leg, her sopping wet pussy resting on his kneecap. She bends over to position her mouth over his pre-cum oozing cock. Still stroking, she sticks her tongue out and gently licks the drops from the tip of his cock. She then moves her face down and begins lightly licking his balls, her hand still moving up and down the rigid shaft. While she licks and teases her lover, she begins a slow grinding on his knee, which is quickly becoming wet with her juices. She looks up at his face, much the same way he looks at her and gives him a wicked grin.

She slowly takes the head of his cock into her mouth licking around the rim and watching his face as she smiles up at him. She feels the bulb throbbing against her tongue, feels him stiffen in anticipation of what is to come. She slowly slips it back and forth along her lips loving the hard velvet feel of it. She lets her tongue drag along the underside of his sensitive member where the shaft and head join. She takes him in a little deeper, applying a little more pressure on his cock, letting it slowly slip back and forth and hears his moans become louder. Every now and then she lets her teeth lightly drag along his shaft and then nibbles on his head. He moans every time she does and it makes her even more willing to please him. She lets her right hand slip along the shaft where her lips haven’t touched – yet. Her hand works in unison with her skilled mouth. She lets her hand wander to his balls, feeling the full, heavy nuts in her hands. In this position, she feels powerful – she has him right where she wants him. She can tease him and please him all she wants to.

He moves his hands down to her and runs his fingers through her short, frosted hair. He loves to feel her no matter how they make love with each other. He loves to feel her making love to his cock with her mouth. He moans as she begins taking him deeper, his balls being juggled with her fingers. He feels helpless, yet comfortable with her in charge.

She moans softly at his touch, which makes his cock vibrate in her mouth. This makes him groan louder as he begins thrusting his cock into her mouth. She uses her hand to keep him from going too deep. She wants to control how much of his cock goes into her mouth and enjoy every inch of it. His hands pull on the back of her head, trying to get deeper inside her. Slowly, she allows his cock further into her mouth. She feels his cock-head expanding the muscles of her throat as she increases the rhythm and pressure on his spit-slicked cock. Kneading his balls, sucking, slurping on his cock, she feels the shaft swell in her mouth. She feels his balls tighten. She knows he is going to orgasm and she is ready to swallow his cum.

She decides to try something a little different this time. She moves her right hand so she is holding his heavy balls. She releases his cock from her mouth long enough to spit on her forefinger then quickly takes his cock back into her mouth. She extends her wet finger and slowly begins to penetrate his anal ring. He tenses at the intrusion, his cock throbbing inside of her loving mouth. Her finger slides one knuckle deep as her mouth sucks and licks him while her left hand begins pumping his cock. She wiggles her finger, goes further down on his cock and squeezes his balls just as he moans and lets loose with a raging blast of cum. It hits the back of her throat so hot and thick. She quickly lets him slide out a little as the second stream fills her mouth. This time she is able to savor the feel and taste on her tongue as the third jet splatters into her willing mouth. She swallows half of the thick, tangy cum before another weaker stream enters her mouth. She slowly slips her finger from his ass, using that hand to massage his now less than full balls. Her other hand continues milking thecum through his shaft and into her mouth, taking every last drop.

After the final dribble of cum is milked from his balls, she raises her head up and lets his semi-erect cock slide out of her cum-filled mouth. Her hand is slowly sliding back and forth along the length of his manhood. She smiles at him with a drop of cum oozing from her mouth. He smiles back, his breath slowly coming back to him. He has a quizzical look on his face, wondering what she will do next. 

His curiosity and her hand have made his cock a little harder. She keeps stroking, smiling as she feels his cock stiffen in her hand. She prides herself in getting him hard soon after he cums; something she has always been able to do. She then leans over and takes his turgid cock back into her mouth. He feels his cum on his cock. It is slick and thick and hot from his balls and her mouth. She uses his cum as a lubricant, letting a little of it seep from her mouth to coat his cock. She feels him throbbing in her mouth again and knows she has surprised him yet again.

She lets his cock slide out of her mouth until her lips are kissing the tip. She opens her mouth and lets some of his cum trickle onto his pulsing head. She rises up, holds his throbbing cock-meat in her right hand, crawls along his leg, straddles his hips, positions her pussy right on his cum-covered cock and slowly descends on his proud staff. She leans forward for a kiss and as their lips touch opens them. He feels her tongue pushing his cum into her mouth as her body begins a slow up-down motion on his rigid cock. She feeds him much the same way a mother bird would feed her chicks. He savors his own cum. It mixes well with the remains of her cum in his mouth. He feels her hips banging into his. Her pussy lips expand around his cock as it penetrates deep inside. His cock is bumping into and rubbing against her cervix. She is so aroused and ready for his cock, wanting to feel it deep inside her. His hands move to her breasts, feeling the hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls on her nipple rings as she moans into his mouth. They continue kissing, their tongues dueling in each other’s mouths. Her pussy slides down then back up the entire length of his cock, both of them cooing, breathing hard and whispering words of love to each other.

She moves her hands and pushes her self up, sitting on top of him. His hands never lose grip of her breasts. As she sits up, his balls smash into her lips, his cock completely encased in her pussy. She begins to ride him sensuously, feeling the long, thick cock twirling inside her. Feeling it slide along the inner walls of her pussy as she squeezes tight around his swelling cock feeling it touching and stimulating the recesses of her womb. She moves her right hand to her clit. She feels the hard bud against her fingers as she moves it in circles, up and down, side to side while her hips continue to work his cock inside her. He moves his right hand to his cock and while she rides him, he lets a finger slide on either side of his thick cock and begins to wiggle it back and forth. This makes her gyrate more and then she begins to rock back and forth, letting the steel-like rod slip in and out of her horny pussy.

She is rocking and moving so much she nearly loses her balance. Her orgasm is so close, but she can barely maintain her balance. He feels her slumping and quickly moves his hands to her waist. He steadies her long enough to help her lay on his chest. With a little effort, they are able to turn over so he is on top; never letting his cock slip from her. From this angle, he can open her up wide and stroke really deep inside her. He takes a leg in each hand and pushes them apart. Her right hand goes to her clit while her left hand begins to play with her nipples. He lifts each leg and lets the heels rest on his shoulders. He walks on his knees until he is fully buried in her. He begins his slow in out movement, taking long strokes, making her frantic to have him fuck her.

Her right hand is busy on her clit, her left making each nipple stick out with pride. She feels her orgasm building, feels the thick cock of her lover invading her pussy, stretching her lips, caressing her cervix. Her muscles begin contracting then releasing his impaling cock. He slides, balls deep, inside her and holds his throbbing cock deep. He begins to make very short strokes, grinding into her. His cock is pressing against her g-spot as she begins to moan and move with him. Her orgasm is building deep within her, her hips gyrating, her body writhing under his. He feels the changes in her body. He begins to stroke longer, deeper and harder, in and out of her wanting pussy.

Her hand is a blur on her clit as she pulls and twists her nipples with her other hand. His cock is stretching, penetrating her willing, sensitive pussy. Her body begins to tingle, an electric-like current running through her. Her muscles begin to tense as her orgasm is nearly at its peak. Her breathing is labored. One more stroke, one more rub along her clit, one more slap of his balls against her ass sends her into the abyss of her orgasm. She nearly pushes his cock out of her as her orgasm crashes through her body. Her pussy expelling small amounts of woman cum. Her hot, thick juices stick to their naked skin. His dick whips her cum into a creamy froth. All the exquisite pressure, all the pleasure his lover is experiencing consumes his own body. As her pussy clenches his cock, his balls tighten then erupt a flood of cum inside her hot, velvety pussy. They groan in unison as another wave of orgasmic bliss consumes her body. The hot, thick, shooting cum from her lover’s balls splashing in her womb, coating her pussy from the inside out, makes her body tremble with desire

They stay locked together for several minutes, allowing their fluids to mix and their breathing to return to normal. He gently lays her legs on the bed and slowly slips from her. He moves up her body, trailing his cum-covered cock along her body, until their faces meet. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her to him as they begin to kiss – passionately and lovingly. Their bodies spent, their sexual appetites sated, for now, they enjoy the rest of the morning caressing, holding, teasing and whispering those words that are only spoken between lovers.

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The Awakening



This is a work of fiction, unlike my other stories which are true. I hope you will enjoy this one as much as you have said you liked the others. It really says more about what I wish had happened with my wife than anything else.

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It took twelve years of married life, and a slowing of our very enjoyable but slowly dwindling sex life, before my wife reached the point during sex that she would listen to my whispers of how much other men would like to fuck her. At first she just laughed, poo-pooing it as purely my imagination. But as I introduced swinger magazines and porno tapes to boost the heat in the bedroom, I realized that it made our sex even hotter and aroused even her curiosity. What slowly began to emerge was her doubt that another man would even consider her as a playmate. That really surprised me, because that was what had been turning me on for so long. I knew they would, and I found the idea of watching another man fuck my wife turned me on as much or more than the idea of me fucking another woman. As we fucked the nights away, I would introduce the name of one or another of our friend’s husbands into the love play and see how much more heated she would become at the thought. She had many men from whom she could have chosen. All were as fascinated by her full breasts as I, and many of them, at one time or another, had felt them pressed against their chests. But of all the men she knew, her reaction to Charlie’s name seemed to drive her to orgasm faster than any other.

Charlie is a big, raw-boned, guy just over 6’3”. He ran track and was on the swim team with me in college, so he had that long, rangy physique common to those who indulge in those sports. From our showers after the swim meets, I knew he was equally gifted in the cock department. I’m no John Holmes, but I had always found that my seven inches were adequate for most ladies. But Charlie, even flaccid, went a good two inches beyond my length. His facial characteristics were those of a mixed race gentleman from Louisiana – the long, thin aquiline nose, small ears that sat close to his skull and full lips that seemed to be almost always curled in a smile. His hair was always cut so close to his head that there was only a trace of the curls common to his mother and father. They too were a handsome couple, well educated, soft-spoken – a real tribute to their southern upbringing. Oh, did I mention that Charlie was black? No, let me take that back, Charlie was closer to indigo than black. I don’t know where it came from, considering his mother was a coffee colored Cajun lady of quality, while his father although darker, was several shades lighter than Charlie. Charlie’s smooth skin was a dark black, almost the indigo color of an eggplant, a color that many women find appealing, including my wife. After four years as room mates in college, neither of us even thought of the difference in skin color. Charlie was the kind of guy that after you talked with him for a while; you didn’t really remember what color he was. 

It surprised me that Lucy was thinking of him although I couldn’t have chosen anyone I could have wanted to do her more. Charlie loved to dance. He never lacked for a date. We had been friends for years, long before I met and married Lucy in my senior year. Oh, I forgot, maybe I should introduce myself; I’m Larry – Larry White. Charlie and I could be brothers, except for skin color. Lucy is totally different. At 5’3” she barely tipped the scales at 125 – even today. But there’s nothing tiny about her, especially those 36D tits of hers that caused me to fall for her in the first place. I love women with big tits and on that 38-22-36 frame of hers, they looked enormous! Of course the blonde hair, blue eyes and even teeth didn’t hurt either. I wound up with her after a fraternity party gone bad where her date was being a total ass. .Now Lucy is no slut, but for some reason she let me fuck her that night. Yahoo! Talk about heaven! That gal could suck the galvanizing off a post, and she wanted to be fucked every way you could do her. I did my best to oblige her that night and as frequently as she would let me until we married. I introduced her to Charlie right after our first date. She liked him as much as I did. Charlie was the original party animal, and Lucy knew it. She fell right in with our friendship and felt as comfortable around Charlie as she did with me, including the light-hearted banter that good friends enjoy. 

Charlie, as I said, was a party favorite and seldom lacked for a date. Every time we went to a social gathering, he was there too. He always joined us – that is unless his date or one of the other ladies at the gathering dragged him on the floor to dance with her. He had never married, but I could see there were some favorites that he spent more time with than others.

I suspected Charlie would like to fuck Lucy – heck, who wouldn’t. Of course Charlie loved to fuck all the ladies he met and so satisfactorily that he was as frequent a guest in their beds as he was at our parties. What I liked most about him was that he would never tell about his bedroom affairs. It was so obvious though. Once he had explored one of the local ladies – they always came back for more. In some ways it actually embarrassed him. He would become embarrassed about how openly those ladies were flaunting their wares and wanted more of him. Still he would say nothing and was always the perfect gentleman as far as outward appearances went. He had never made a move toward Lucy, although I suspected that he wanted her as much as I. When they danced together, there was always a certain circumspectness about the two of them – until that night.

Sex was Lucy’s life. She had always been at the bottom of any tangle of men when she was single and she made no bones about enjoying it to the fullest. When we married though, it was as if she had turned off the tap. She was a wonderful sex partner to me and our sex life was fantastic. She took my jibes about having male friends in the lighthearted manner that she took everything. Always assuring me that she needed no one else, it was still interesting to me that each time we screwed she was always much more active, hot and juicy when I brought up the idea of a third man joining us. The nipples of her 38D breasts would swell until they were the size of the butt end of a long piece of chalk. They stood high and proud, inviting and encouraging the feel of my mouth on them. A kiss on the nape of her neck and wrapping of my arms around her were enough to make them fill out the heavy bras she wore. I had always kidded her about her “armor plate”, so it came as somewhat of a surprise to me when she finally bought some of the demi-bras from a local shop and modeled them for me. That night was one of our hottest fuck sessions in months. Of course, being a worshiping husband, the next thing I did was buy a dozen more in various colors and throw her other bras out. I caught heck for that. She asked me if I intended for her to be showing her tits to everyone who could get a glimpse down the bodice of her dress. I gave her my usual shit eating grin and told her that’s exactly what I wanted.

That must have been the beginning of what followed. Before long I found her skirts becoming shorter, and her blouses lower cut despite the coming winter weather. She began wearing the tight sweaters that had attracted me to her from the start. Best of all, I could see she was enjoying the snapping of men’s eyeballs as they saw her dressed in that manner. Had I really gotten her to think about a threesome? I didn’t know, but I certainly intended to find out.

Our sex life was even hotter than before when I told her of how she caught the eyes of the men around her even more so now than ever before. She laughed, but I could tell that she secretly enjoyed my observations. She laughed even harder when I told her that Charlie was equally smitten.

It was coming into the winter season and parties were starting to pick up their frequency. Almost at the same time, I began taking her to some of the better clubs in town to dance. I didn’t miss the fact that most men who danced with her were all eyes when they were holding her close – well, almost all eyes, there were some pretty obvious tenting of trousers too. Charlie was not exempt from the attraction. On the rare occasion when he joined us without a date of his own, Charlie managed to get at least his share of my even more popular wife than ever before, with the same results.

The first night that something happened, my wife and Charlie had just come off the dance floor. Lucy had chosen a ball gown for the evening that lifted her breasts until the upper half was exposed. The slit in the gown was to mid thigh. In other words, she looked like a dream. There was a noticeable swelling in Charlie’s trousers that he was trying desperately to hide from me and especially from Lucy. As the slid into the circular booth we occupied, she inadvertently tipped the table and a partially consumed drink spilled from the table right into Charlie’s lap, splashing her skirt also. Being the always proper lady that she was she immediately grabbed a napkin and started rubbing at Charlie’s trousers. The effect on Charlie was immediate and obvious. Even Lucy noticed and blushed as Charlie did his best to hide the now perfectly outlined swelling of his cock as he assured her that he was fine and took the napkin from her hand. I noticed that she watched carefully as he finished wiping as much as possible from his trousers. When she saw me looking, she blushed even more furiously.

“Let me get something from the ladies room, that will stain” she announced, sliding toward me and poking me in the ribs to get out of the booth.

I slid out and watched her hurry off toward the restrooms at the club. Charlie laughed as I sat back down.

“I’m sorry, Mike,” he began apologizing. “I hope I didn’t ruin her skirt with that stuff.”

“I doubt if it will stain,” I told him, “but you sure gave her an eyeful”

Charlie blushed himself as he looked down and realized that the outline of his cock was obvious.

“Damn, I didn’t mean to do that…,” he started.

“I know you didn’t” I assured him, “but you really had her attention there for a minute.” I thought for a moment and then continued. “And this is as good a time as any to say something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time. Lucy is fascinated by you. How do you feel about her?”

He looked at me with suspicion and caution in his eyes. I could see what he wanted to say was not what he would say – at least not now.

“I love her,” he admitted, then hastily added, “she’s like a sister to me. But I don’t want anything to come between the three of us. She’s your wife and I know you love her.”

“Your right, I do,” I admitted with a nod, “but I’ve been thinking for a long time now about how I would like the two of you to get together.”

Charlie’s eyes could have been knocked off with a stick. He stuttered and stammered for a minute, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came out.

“Unh-hunh,” I nodded, “that’s what I meant.” Lucy and I have been talking about a threesome for a long time and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather see doing her than you.” I continued when I saw his eyes come alive. “And I’m going to tell you something that I hope you’ll never mention again, at least to her. I think she’s ready for it to happen.”

Charlie was truly shocked now. He continued making odd sounds, but then realized what I was saying.

“Are you sure, man? I don’t want to horn in on something like this and risk our friendship.”

“I can’t think of a better way to make the friendship even better, Charlie. Now all you have to do is get her hot and we’ll get this going tonight.”

I barely had finished the sentence when Lucy appeared at my side and motioned for me to come out of the booth so she could slide in. I did. She held up a cloth with something on it that smelled far too strong for just wiping a potential stain away and gave it to Charlie. 

“This is all the cleaning lady had,” she murmured with her apology for spilling the drink. She watched then as Charlie took the cloth and began lightly stroking his still wet trousers.

“I think it will dry faster if we dance,” he managed to croak as he saw Lucy gazing again at his outlined boner. He edged toward the end of the booth and held his hand out to Lucy.

The number they danced to was a slow, belly rubbing one that was a favorite with the ladies, Lucy included. I watched as Charlie took her into his arms and held her close, moving seductively to the music. At first, he held her lightly as always, but then as they appeared the second time, I could see he had her much closer – so close that I knew she couldn’t help but feel that rigid bone of his against her belly. I saw her smile at him and watched him pull her closer until his leg was between her thighs at each step. She looked over toward me. I couldn’t tell whether she could see me in the dim light or not, but I smiled regardless.

By the time they had finished their second dance together, Charlie’s eyes were looking straight down the cleavage of Lucy’s dress and his hand had slipped from her back to her tight, rhythmically moving ass. She was so close they could have made a single person. I smiled, as much to myself as for their benefit. I knew that this was going to be the night!

The rest of the dance was a continuation of the same thing. I danced once or twice with Lucy, kissing her and fondling her to keep her excited. I told her repeatedly how I enjoyed seeing her and Charlie together. Those remarks caused here to look at me with a hint of suspicion, but I just kept pushing the issue while I kept her libido stoked as high as I thought possible. I even danced with some of the other ladies on the floor whose husbands I knew would have no objection. At one point, when I was only a few feet away from Lucy and Charlie, I saw a flicker of movement at Lucy’s breast as Charlie suavely stroked it. I was surprised to see Lucy stand on tip-toes and kiss him.

When we were next seated together, Lucy excused herself saying she had to get up for a moment to “cool off.” I laughingly told her not to cool off too much and got a dirty look for my attentions.

When she came back a few moments later, I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were somewhat flatter than before beneath the bodice of her dress and that the dress had been pulled down tightly on her hips, exposing more of the swell of her breasts. I let my hand slide over them as I handed her into the booth.

The combination of alcohol and warmth generated by the dance and Charlie’s proximity was beginning to tell on Lucy. She didn’t think I noticed it when her hand dropped below the level of the table top and onto his thigh. Charlie felt it though and immediately looked questioningly at me to see if there would be any objection. I made sure he saw me smile and nod. Soon my wife was leaning closer to him, almost asleep. She stiffened slightly when I suggested a last dance before going home, but smiled when I told her that I thought she should have the last one with Charlie.

This time I didn’t see them in the crowd at all until they were once more heading back to our booth. I didn’t miss the fact though that Charlie was holding Lucy’s hand and didn’t disengage it even when she was sliding into the booth. I had ordered one more round for each of us, even though mine was only ginger ale.

Lucy still had her hand in Charlie’s resting lightly on his thigh. I could tell that it also was barely touching the throbbing cock beneath his trousers. I watched with an inner smile as it curved more toward the inside of his thigh.

“Time to go,” I announced at just after two a.m. Charlie and I began sliding from the booth at opposite ends. Lucy started out to follow Charlie but was obviously having some difficulty in maneuvering. Charlie reached for her hand and instead caught one breast as Lucy slipped forward slightly. Neither made any comment about it, but I saw Charlie’s smile.

“It looks like Lucy is about out of it,” I told Charlie as we got to our car, “And, since I’m the one who drank the least, I think you’d better leave your car here, Charlie. We can pick it up in the morning.” He offered no objection, and helped Lucy into the back seat where he joined her.

The ride back was uneventful, at least for me. I wasn’t surprised to see Charlie tip Lucy’s head up and kiss her as we passed between the streetlights lining our route. What aroused me more was the sight of her pulling his head down to kiss his full lips and inhale the aroma of the scent between her breasts. Lucy was obviously not as much out of it as I had thought. As we got closer to home and lost that illumination, I could hear muffled conversation occasionally from the back seat but could see little. Then, just as we turned into our driveway and the remote sensor picked up our car, turning on the light at the garage door, I saw Charlie’s hand inside Lucy’s bodice, and his mouth covering hers. I took my time shutting off the engine as we slid into the darkened interior, before opening the door and flooding the interior of the car with light once more.

“Charlie, I’ve got to hit the cat box. How about you help Lucy to the bedroom while I’m tied up. She’ll want to change if we stay up.” I wasn’t surprised this time to see Charlie smiling. He knew exactly what I wanted him to do.

I took my time in the bathroom, almost enough to have shaved and showered, before I came back out and went down the hallway to our bedroom. Charlie was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his hands pressing Lucy’s breasts up over her bodice, taking first one nipple in his mouth then the other as she held his head close to her chest.

I cleared my throat before opening the door wide. It didn’t change anything. Lucy held Charlie’s head to her breasts as his hand slipped up the slit in her dress and into her crotch.

“Is this what you wanted?” my slightly inebriated wife asked as she saw me coming toward her. “You’ve been pushing Charlie on me all night, and I get the impression you wanted him to do something that we’ve talked about.”

I nodded and smiled at her, although her attentions had already returned to Charlie. I think even I was surprised though when I saw her reach down and begin unzipping his trousers. 

“I’ve been feeling this all night,” she said softly, “now I want to see it” 

Reaching inside the fly of his trousers, my wife extricated her prize. There was a sharp intake her breath as she felt Charlie’s pride bending and then snapping out of the opening. I too was surprised. Charlie was a thick as the end of a pool cue, with an enormous plum shaped head that was already oozing pre-cum. The seven or so inch length exposed obviously wasn’t all he had for my wife. I watched as she got down on her knees in her gown, high heels and stockings, then spread his thighs and lowered her mouth to his growth. Charlie’s hands cupped her head and followed it as my wife’s mouth went wide and deep onto the exposed flesh. Charlie gasped, then rose slightly and pulled his trousers down to expose himself fully to my lovely wife who now grasped his thighs and pulled him toward her, trying to take all of the nine inches or so of hot cock into her mouth.

When she saw she couldn’t take all he had to offer, Lucy began sliding her lips up and down that long licorice pole, spreading her lipstick over the thick veins standing on that enormous schlong, moaning with pleasure as her lover pressed her breasts higher out of her gown and into his hands. I wasn’t surprised to see that Lucy no longer had the bra on that she had started with that night remembering feeling the softness of her breasts when she had pressed against my hand at the club.




The Awakening



“Here, Lucy, let’s do this right,” I volunteered as I unzipped the back of her gown and began peeling it from her body. She helped, slipping her arms out of the sleeves without ever losing her oral contact with Charlie. As the gown slipped lower, I saw that she had also “lost” her panties while she was in the restroom at the club.

Charlie pulled her up and onto his body as he laid back across the king sized bed. One big hand covered almost a full cheek of her ass. The other was between their bodies, cupping her hot, damp mound as she kissed him and his tongue found her breasts. One long middle finger, wedged between her cunt lips to help pull her up on his chest remained inside her, glistening with her juices.

“Now,” Lucy looked at me and panted. Her eyes glowed with a brightness I had never seen before. “Now you’re going to see what you wanted,” she said as she straddled Charlie’s body, grasping his thoroughly aroused cock, and aiming it at her swollen cunt lips. My wife was literally panting with desire as she aimed the plum sized cockhead at her swollen, wet lips pushing his finger aside. She grunted as she lowered herself and I watched that big knob stretch her lips wider than they had ever been before. With a sigh of contentment, and a slow, circular motion of her ass, I watched her take him past that first tight ring of muscle guarding her vagina and then slowly lower herself, taking him into her hot tunnel of love 

Charlie lay back, grinning like a fox. He looked down his flat belly to watch my wife working her cunt slowly up and down what little she had gained inside her, as she struggled to take the rest of him. Now both his hands were on her full breasts, pulling and lightly pinching the nipples, between sucking mouthfuls that pulled them away from her chest.

“Oh, yes” my wife said breathily as she too watched the slow progress of that rigid tool entering her. “Fuck me, Charlie. Larry has been telling me he wanted another man to fuck me, and I wanted that to be you. Fuck me!”

“I’m going to, Lucy” Charlie groaned, overcome with the delights he was feeling. “I’ve wanted a piece of your pussy ever since Larry and you were married. I love sucking those hot tits of yours. Slide up here so I can suck on them better while you take my cock.”

“I don’t know if I can take it all,” Lucy said, gasping softly. “You’re so big… and so long.”

“You can do it, honey,” Charlie assured her. “Just take your time. Larry wants to see you taking it all, and it will feel lovely when it’s all inside.”

Half of that swollen cock was still outside Lucy’s tightly stretched cunt lips, but she was making slow progress, probably due to the pre-cum and her own juices that shined in the light of the bedroom lamp each time she raised herself slightly before sinking once again down onto that passion log.

“Oh, damn! This feels so good, “she gasped as she raised herself slightly, her hands on Charlie’s thighs and her head thrown back in an almost orgasmic delight. Her breasts trembled and shook from side to side as she rode her valiant steed in a sliding trip up and down their perspiration streaked bodies...

Charlie pulled her down on his chest, his mouth searching for her nipples, as he used his feet to brace against the bed and drive another inch into her swollen cunt. “Nice and slow, honey, nice and slow. We’ve got all night, but I’m going to fill you full of cum.”

“I want it, Charlie, “ Lucy gasped. I want you to fuck me and shoot all your cum in my pussy.”

“I will, honey, I promise. Then I’m going to eat this beautiful pussy until you cum for me.”

That was too much for Lucy. I watched her jerking, shuddering body experience its first orgasm of the night as she rose to a sitting position atop that magnificent meat log, grasping her breasts and almost screaming in delight. She jerked her body up and down on Charlie, her cunt muscles so tight around his cock that I feared he would tear the flesh, as she took the rest of him inside her with one last thrust downward. Then she fell forward on him, gasping for air, her body still trembling in the aftermath.

“I’ve never cum that hard before,” I heard her gasp softly when her breath returned and her eyes once again focused, now looking at me.

I put my arm around her body and squeezed gently. “I told you he would be good for you.”

“It doesn’t get any better than this,” my wife said in a voice still tremulous from the experience she had just had.

“Oh, yeah,” Charlie spoke in his soft voice, “it gets a lot better than this.” Without waiting for Lucy to respond, he turned his head to look at me with that dazzling smile of his and said, “Can I show her, Larry?”

I could only nod at first. Lucy was stretched along Charlie’s body, her lips kissing his neck and shoulders as the slowly recovered. “I was hoping you would, Charlie,” I finally managed to tell him. “I’ve wanted Lucy to have another man give her some good sex to show her that it would be even better to have more than one lover. She couldn’t have chosen anyone I wanted to have her more. I know you’ll be gentle with her while you show her how much she has been missing by limiting herself to me.”

Lucy’s body was still quivering, but I could see she understood what I was telling Charlie. Her left hand on his chest was gently pinching his nipple. I knew at this moment that Lucy would want more, but I wanted her to admit it as much for herself as for me. I leaned over the two of them and kissed my wife’s warm lips as I asked, “Is that what you want, honey, to have Charlie fucks you again?” 

With a final shudder Lucy rolled on her side, remaining on Charlie’s broad chest, her fingers combing his thin chest pelt. “Please,” she murmured so softly it was hard to hear her. Her voice strengthened as she realized what she had admitted. “Isn’t this what you wanted too – to have another man screw me? If it isn’t, you have to tell me now, because I do want it. I want Charlie to fuck me again. I want to do all the things to him that I do to you. Can you accept that?”

I kissed Lucy once more, and saw Charlie’s hand move to her breast, gently fondling it and tweaking the nipple.

“Yes,” I said standing once more, “and I want to be right here watching the two of you. That’s what I’ve always wanted. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a woman enjoy sex and, because it’s you, it’s even more beautiful.” I looked at Charlie who was still enjoying my wife’s charms even as he looked at me and saw the swollen condition of my cock. “Will that cause you a problem Charlie?”

“Not at all,” my friend answered, “but I’m more concerned about Lucy.” He put his hand under my wife’s chin and tilted her head so he could see her eyes. “Lucy, is that okay with you? Will you be too embarrassed to have me fuck you while Larry watches?”

“No,” my wife groaned, “I’ve always wanted to watch him fuck another woman and wanted him to see me being fucked, but I could never admit it before.” 

“Well, at least half of that wish is going to happen tonight then,” Charlie chuckled, “and I’ll do what I can to help the second part of it happen. But for right now, I’m going to have to get up and take my clothes off so we can do this right.”

My wife, almost regretfully, began to slide her body down Charlie’s length. I heard the audible ‘pop” as her vagina gave up the swollen head of his cock. She giggled as her juices made the slide easier. “Oh, I’m so juicy, I’ve got to go to the bathroom and clean up first.”

Charlie sat up on the edge of the bed when Lucy got to her feet. He pulled her to him, his head against her belly.

“Unh, unh” he said, shaking his head slowly, “I don’t want to lose a drop of that lovely juice. Just let me take my clothes off and then I’ll show you what I mean.”

Lucy laughed and bent down beginning to unfasten her hosiery from her garter belt, only to have Charlie’s hand reach out and stop her. “Unh unh, honey, not that either. I want you just the way you were when that gown came off.” I knew what Charlie meant. One of the most erotic sensations in my life comes when I feel a woman’s long nylon clad legs curl around my head as I pushed her garter belt up and inhaled the hot, musky smell of her arousal.

Finishing his undressing, Charlie lifted my wife effortlessly in his arms and lay her down along the length of the bed, then went to the foot of the bed and began slowly sliding between her outstretched legs. Kissing and tonguing his way along one leg until he reached the crease, he then went back down and began doing the same thing to the other leg. I watched my wife’s legs spread even more and saw the juices of her arousal forming beads of moisture on her labia as she moaned with pleasure. She tried to pull him up higher, but Charlie wouldn’t let her.

“Slowly, Lucy, slowly” he whispered. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long that I want to enjoy every second of it.” He looked over to where I stood with my cock in hand and winked at me. “And I think Larry wants it to last too.”

“Taker her, Charlie,” I hissed softly. “I want you to give her the pleasures of her life.”

With that request, Charlie hitched himself up higher between my wife’s thighs until his head was over her swollen pussy lips and I could see his breath slowly moving the blond curls over her mons.

Lucy jumped when she felt the head of his tongue touch her. Her hands went between her thighs catching Charlie’s head between her long fingers. “Eat me, Charlie, please, eat me!” I heard her beg.

“I’m going to, honey,” he whispered in return as he lowered his face to her cleft and inhaled deeply. “Oh, this is so lovely. I’ve wanted to eat you for so long.” His tongue slipped from between his lips to an extraordinary length and I watched it slide slowly up and down between her outer lips, taking the opalescence of her moisture with it.

“Oh, gawd,” Lucy moaned. “That feels so good!”

“And this?” Charlie chuckled, letting his tongue flip the hood over her clitoris before the long, flat blade covered her sex once more.

“A-h-h-h, yessss, eat me!” my wife begged, her hands pulling at this head.

“Like this?” he teased, sliding the point of his tongue deep into the puffy channel of her vagina and moving it up and down as he sucked the moisture from her channel of love. 

Lucy’s body jerked with pleasure as she took both hands and pulled Charlie’s head tight to her now completely open core. I could see at least a half inch into her hot box and watch Charlie’s tongue delving deeper and deeper as he gave in to her demands. He slipped two fingers, curved upwards to hit Lucy’s G spot, into her slippery folds and I watched him begin sliding them in and out of her rapidly. I knew she couldn’t take this long without hitting an orgasmic peak.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I lay perpendicular on the bed and took Lucy’s hard nipple between my lips, sucking harder and harder until I had the flesh of her breast past the areola in my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around that hard nubbin as I kept the pressure up and was rewarded with my wife’s hand pressing me down harder. She was gasping with pleasure as Charlie and I began slowly taking her to orgasm. His mouth was over her clit now. I could see it sticking up higher than ever before as his lips sucked it in and out of his mouth and his fingers inside of her came out shining with her juices.

My wife was gasping for air, pressing her hands against both of us so hard that neither of us had much air. Then, with a howl of delight, her hips thrust up and I knew that she was feeding her juices once more to her lover’s suctioning mouth. Charlie’s elbow was a blur as he continued his finger fucking of my lovely wife.

Lucy came harder than I had ever seen her cum before, and still Charlie was working her delightfully juicy cunt. Slower now, but the pressure was still there, building on Lucy’s slow descent from orgasm.

“Fuck me,” she begged almost breathlessly. “Fuck me. I want to feel you shoot your cum into my pussy.”

I wasn’t sure for a moment whether it was me or Charlie she wanted, since both of us were being hugged so tightly against her, but Charlie took the cue as his.

At first her face registered some surprise when she saw I had remained still and Charlie’s body was sliding lower. I don’t think, at that moment, that she knew I had planned for him to fuck her. Her eyes caught mine with a question mark. I smiled and nodded to her. That was all it took.

By now Charlie was between my wife’s thighs, lifting her legs on his elbows, then over his broad shoulders as he spread her wide. There was a look of undeniable lust showing on his cum streaked his face as he stared at the pink envelope, shining with their juices. He shuttled higher until his burgeoning cock was touching her lips. Then, with a final look and smile at me, he slowly pressed that throbbing, blood engorged head between her pussy lips, earning a slight gasp from Lucy.

I felt her body jerk upwards to meet that touch and initial entry. She couldn’t take all of him in, but her lips were spread widely and now Charlie was working his elongated cock up and down that cleft, wetting them with his pre-cum and her own juices. He pressed forward once more and I saw that bulbous head enter her and her tightly stretched lips close behind the groove beneath it. It was only a matter of stretching her now to take him.

Still it surprised me when Lucy lifted her arms to her lover and pulled his body down on hers, leaving me only the view of that penetration and her breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

“Oh, ye-s-s,” she sighed. That feels so-o-o-o good!” she added as her eyes closed. She no longer cared who was entering her. Only the pleasure mattered now.

I heard him whisper, “Slow, honey, slow. I don’t want to hurt you and I want this to last.” It was almost too late for the second part of his remark. Even as that first inch of hardness crept into her juicy cunt, Lucy was writhing in the joy of her next orgasm, humping up against that thrusting invader, gasping for breath as her legs jerked apart. He let them slide off his shoulders and put his arms around and beneath her until he was holding her shoulders, pulling himself even tighter against her as her legs wrapped around his torso. I could see he was biting his lip, doing everything he could to keep from shooting his load of hot cum into that sweet canal too soon. I couldn’t blame him, I could see Lucy’s cunt lips jerking up and down on the first few inches she already had inside her. She was lifting her entire body off the bed as she clung to him. Her heels were literally drumming on his tight ass, trying to drive him deeper while her hips drove up to his crotch.

They call it the “petite mort” – the little death. And for a moment, I thought my wife had experienced the real thing. She collapsed. She was breathless; her eyes fixed and open wide, her body rigid. Then she gasped once more, her arms opened and fell away, as her legs slipped down from Charlie’s waist to lay limp over his calves.

After a somewhat frightening moment for me, she closed her eyes and moaned softly, ragged breaths pulling her back into a conscious state.

Charlie’s chuckle brought her back the rest of the way. His head moved down to her breasts again and he sucked her nipple into his mouth. “That’s a lot of meat for such a little girl.” He sad, raising his lips from his feast. “And a lot of juice.”

I saw what he meant. In that last gasping lunge, Lucy had taken all of Charlie’ rigidity into her pussy. It was still wedged in her tightly. Only the quiver of those lips gave any indication of how much she wanted to keep him there, but even that tightness could not prevent the opalescent beads from slowly bubbling up, oozing over the edge of their junction. Charlie had filled her with his seed until it overflowed.

Her hands reached down to both sides of his face and she pulled him off her breasts to kiss him, a long, slow, kiss of passion and lust satisfied.

“I’ve never had an orgasm like that – ever!” she said so softly I almost missed it. Then, she realized what she had said and looked at me to see hurt in my eyes.

“I’m sorry, honey, that doesn’t mean you don’t make me cum almost as hard. It’s just that…that…well, it was different!” she finished lamely.

I felt three emotions. Love for her; jealousy that Charlie had obviously given her something I had not; and a fear that she would no longer want me as I wanted her – my wife.

Lucy is, to say the least, a very sensitive and loving woman. She intuitively recognized what I must have been thinking at that moment. She reached out to pull my face close to hers. Then she kissed me, softly at first, growing harder as she recognized my feelings for her.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, honey?” She said, stroking my face softly. “I thought you wanted other men to fuck me.”

“I did, I mean I do, sweetheart. I just never expected that you would like it so much. “

“Well, I did.” She said softly. “I loved it! Now I want you to get up here and fuck me too.” 

Charlie lifted himself off my wife. Even in his flaccid state, with cum running down the length of his cock, he seemed half again as long as I was. That didn’t stop me from occupying my wife’s belly and sliding into her with one long, slow stroke, feeling the heat of his cum surrounding my cock. Although I would never have believed that she could recover this fast, I could already feel the walls of Lucy’s vagina collapsing to accommodate me.

Neither of us heard him go. I was so turned on by the heat of my wife’s freshly fucked pussy, swollen breasts and hot mouth that only the devil himself could have interrupted me.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I apologized after another hour of passionate love making. “I must have made a perfect ass out of myself, acting the way I did when Charlie finished inside you.”

“Sh-h-h, s-h-h.” she whispered in my ear as I lay beside her, stroking and sucking her breasts. “I think I know how you felt. I felt the same thing when I realized that you were trying to get me to fuck others. I thought you didn’t love me any more, but this showed me you do. Will you forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what,” I asked. “For doing what I wanted you to do? Unh-unh, honey, not at all. In fact now that you’ve done it, I hope you’ll do it with Charlie, and with others, again.”

A slow smile crept across my wife’s face, “You mean……?”

“Unh-hunh,” I nodded, “now that you know how enjoyable it can be, I want you to continue to enjoy it.”

Lucy pulled me close, and pushed more of her breast into my mouth. “Who did you say you thought would like to fuck me?”

Authors note: Charlie and Lucy will be together again, and this time Larry gets a little himself, from Charlie’s girls.



The Awakening



I had always, ever since I could remember, loved watching my mother walk around the house. She had a great body, one, any woman would be proud of and one that cried out for loving. I had a friend over and we were playing some computer games when my mother walked into the room. I heard Jimmy, gasp and turned to see what he was looking at. There, in the doorway, my mother was standing, her legs apart, in a flimsy nightgown.

"Boys, I'm going to bed. Is there anything you want before I do?"

I could see her breasts and nipples through the material. My eyes wandered down her beautiful body to her crotch and I could see her shaven cunt, a small strip of hair, carefully manicured, too. When I looked up at her face, she was smiling and hadn't moved. I could hear Jimmy's breathing beside me getting shallower as we both stared at her. I had often wondered, why, my father had divorced her because as I continued to stare at her, I couldn't imagine anyone not wanting her.

"Boys, did you hear what I said?" she asked, breaking the silence in the room.

She didn't wait for us to answer but started across the room, coming up to me and giving me a small kiss, on the top of my head and then giving Jimmy a hug. When she hugged Jimmy, her breasts pressed against his face and I saw him start to redden. She stepped back and turned to go.

"Ok, let me know if you want anything," she said as she got to the door. "I'll leave my door open so don't make too much noise."

After she disappeared, Jimmy looked at me and I at him. A big grin crossed his face and he said, "Wow, you're mother is so hot. I never knew she was so good looking. And that body, on man, I could have a lot of fun with that."

I looked at him and thought, hey, he's talking about my mother. I knew how he felt though, because I had been feeling that way for many years and now here he was, saying exactly how I felt and it made me a little jealous.

"Hey pal, that's my mother you're talking about," I snapped at him, making his grin disappear.

"I know but don't you ever think about fucking her?"

I paused and thought before I spoke.

"Yeah, I've thought about it a lot but she's my mother and boys aren't supposed to fuck their own mothers."

"Look, you idiot, she's just another woman. You've fucked lots of others so why would fucking her be so different?"

"It wouldn't feel right."

"Look, just imagine, those long legs wrapped around you, those breasts mashed against your chest and that mouth, pressed against yours as you fuck her fast and hard."

I must admit, the thought of it, just as he explained it, was appealing. 

"Come on, let's finish our game."

"Are you crazy. If ever there was a woman who wanted to be fucked, your mother is just down the hall. Let's go and see if she's still awake."

"Jimmy, for fuck sake. You're starting to piss me off."

"Well, you can stay here and play but I'm going to see if she's awake."

Jimmy started towards the door. As he stepped out into the hall, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows as if asking me if I was coming with him. I flipped the computer off and followed him out of the room and down the hall. When we got to her doorway, I put a finger to my mouth, telling him to be quiet. He smiled and crept closer, looking around the corner of the door. I saw his eyes widen and then he looked back at me.

"What?" I mouthed at him.

He stepped back to my side and said under his breath, "You've got to see this."

I crept to the door and looked in. My mother was sitting in bed, her nightgown on the end of the bed, looking straight at the door. The covers were up to her waist and her hands were massaging her breasts, her eyes closed and a soft moan came out of her mouth. I ducked back beside Jimmy and looked at him. His grin was from ear to ear, as I felt myself starting to harden in my pants. 

"Jesus, she is so hot," he whispered. "Did you see the size of her nipples?"

I nodded and moved towards the door again. This time she had her eyes open and was looking directly at me as I poked my head around the door.

"Did you want something, Peter?" she asked, not trying to cover herself.

I could feel the redness starting to run across my face as I stared at her naked breasts.

"No, Mom," I stuttered as I stepped fully into the doorway. "Jimmy just wondered if you were still awake, that's all."

She smiled but still didn't move. Jimmy took a step forward and the two of us stood, staring at her, our cocks rising, bulges starting to show in the front of our pants. 

She smiled again and looked at us with wide-open eyes.

"Well, it looks like to me, that you want something," she said as her eyes wandered down us to the bulges in our pants. 

I couldn't believe my ears. Jimmy beat me to it and was undressing as he walked over to the bed, his hard cock springing out of his pants and swaying back and forth as he walked the final few steps. I heard a small groan come from my mother and I quickly followed Jimmy, taking my clothes off as fast as I could. By the time I got on the bed, my mother had Jimmy's cock deep inside her mouth and was sucking it, making him groan. I moved up beside him and pointed mine at her face. She took him out of her mouth and for the first time, I felt her hot mouth surrounding me. I groaned at the warmth of her mouth as she started sucking me while Jimmy, moved down between her legs, pulling the covers off her and throwing them on the floor.

I moved up over her face and heard her grunt, as I lowered my cock back into her mouth, my balls mashed against her chin. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jimmy thrusting in and out of her cunt, their skin slapping together, his grunts mixed with hers as she continued sucking my cock while Jimmy pounded her cunt. 

I exploded in her mouth, my come shooting out of my head, straight down into her throat. At the same time, I heard Jimmy grunt loudly as he came inside her cunt. She groaned over and over again as we both emptied our loads into her, filling her two holes with a coating of white, oozing come. I stepped down off her as Jimmy pulled himself out of her. She didn't say anything at first and neither did we. I could see some of my come at the corners of her mouth and after looking between her legs, there was some of Jimmy's come in the strands of hair around her opening. 

Jimmy and I got off the bed while my mother watched us. We dressed and turned to leave the room.

"Please, close the door," she asked us.

We left and returned to my room.

"Fuck, that was something else," Jimmy said as we closed my door. "Her cunt was so tight, I thought I was going to explode."

I looked at him.

"Don't think this is going to be a regular thing," I said. 'This was a one time thing and I don't want you to say anything to anyone about it, ok?"

"Oh man, I don't know if I can keep it to myself."

"Well, you better and don't come looking for it every time you come over here, either. Like I said, this was a one time thing."

"Fuck, you should have felt," he started but I stopped him.

"I don't want to hear about it."

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Nothing, just forget it."

He left in a huff as I sat and tried to figure out what exactly had just happened. I had a headache and I was a little angry that my mother would be open to Jimmy and me and I started to wonder what would come next. Over the next little while, my mother started wearing more revealing clothes around the house, flashing herself at me every now and then and she started asking about my friends. She didn't come right out and say it but I got the distinct impression that she wouldn't mind having a few of them over to fuck her. Finally, after about two weeks, I confronted her.

"Mom, what's with the clothes? You don't have to show yourself to me."

"But, I like too. I like you looking at me as a partner and not as your mother."

"But Mom," I started but she stopped me.

"Don't you like to look at me?"

"You know I do but I think you're carrying this a little too far. At least, when I have my friends over, you could be a little more modest and not show them so much."

"I like your friends looking at me too. In fact, I was wondering when they would like to come over and maybe, we all could have a little party, if you know what I mean."

I was shocked. I didn't answer her right away but I could tell by the look on her face, she was serious.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'd like to meet some more of your friends. I think we could get along quite well."

"Aren't you worried about someone finding out you want?"

"No, I don't think anyone will know about it if no one says anything."

"And how are you going to stop some of them from talking?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it. 

Another week went by. My mother kept asking me to bring home some friends but I was hesitant because I didn't want everyone to know what my mother wanted. Finally, I relented after a little more persuading and invited five of my friends over, on the pretense that we would have a computer game contest. 

That night, I was really nervous and wondered what my mother was going to do when they all got here. I didn't have to wait long, for as we were getting set up, my mother appeared in the flimsiest outfit I had ever seen. Her nipples were hard and sticking out through the cloth and it only covered her groin slightly. Her lips showed under the edge of it and she stood leaning against the door, letting the six of us, take a good look at her body. There was a silence in the room that was ear shattering as we all just stared at her.

"Hi boys," she finally said as we stood looking at her nearly naked body, so flimsily covered. 

No one spoke, as their eyes never left her body.

"How would you boys like to do something for me?" 

I caught Jimmy looking at me and I stared at his grinning face.

"Well, would you help me?" she asked again.

This time, several started talking at the same time, mumbling mostly.

"Boys, boys. I just want to know what you think of my new outfit," she said, interrupting them.

She slowly stepped towards us and spun around, the bottom of her outfit, flying up and revealing her naked ass and pussy. I heard a gasp come from someone then silence again. She spun around again, and again, we got a good view of her nakedness under her outfit. Without looking, I knew there were six very hard cocks straining against pants and I knew that soon, she would be receiving all of them in one hole or another, maybe more than one.

"Why don't you all come over and take a closer look," she said, moving into the middle of the room and standing, with her hands on her hips, inviting us with her eyes to come to her. 

I stayed back as the other five moved over to her and soon she was surrounded with ten hands feeling her body, rubbing her breasts, her ass and everywhere they could. One friend, James, was standing behind her, his bulge pressed against her ass as she wiggled it against him. Another, Seth, was running his hands up and down her legs, each time, getting them higher and higher towards her pussy. Two others, Jimmy and Greg, were massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples and running their fingers under them, holding them gently in their palms. Thomas was standing watching the four fondle her. He had his hard cock out and was rubbing it up and down with his hand while my mother stared at it.

My mother, keeping her eyes on Thomas's hard cock, raised her arms above her head and when she did, Seth found her wet cunt with his fingers, making her groan as he started to feel for her opening. Someone took her outfit off her quickly and there she was, in all her glory, naked with five young men around her, feeling and touching her all over. It didn't take long for the five of them to join her as clothes flew off and naked bodies pressed against her. I watched James press his hardness against her ass as she wiggled against it. It slipped between her legs and probed for her opening that Seth was licking. I watched Seth help James find the opening and guide his hard cock into her as she bent her knees a little to let him enter her. I heard her groan as he did and he started to thrust in and out of her, fucking her with long, fast stokes, making her body rise up every time he thrust into her fully. Jimmy and Greg were sucking on her heaving breasts while Thomas was standing close enough for her to reach out and wrap her hand around his cock and pump it.

She looked once in my direction and I could see the lust bursting out of them as she looked away, concentrating on the five men and what they were doing to her. James pushed her forward a little, bending her over at her waist and really started pounding in and out of her as she took Thomas's huge cock into her mouth, noisily sucking on it. I watched her mouth suck on Thomas as Seth got under her and she lowered herself down onto his face while James kept thrusting in and out of her. I could see Seth licking her clit while James fucked her and she closed her eyes, groaning loudly every time Seth hit the mark. 

With her other hand, she was rubbing Jimmy and Greg's cocks until James suddenly grunted and started coming inside her. I heard her groan around Thomas's cock as James sent a river of hot come, deep up into her. He finished quickly and pulled out of her, leaving a strand of come sticking to the two of them, joining them together. Seth scrambled out from under her and got behind her, thrusting into her with such a force, that she fell forward onto the floor, landing on her arms, her ass raised in the air. Seth moved into her again and I heard their skin slapping together as he thrust as hard and as fast as he could, in and out of her soaked cunt. She had Greg's cock in her mouth and Jimmy was waiting beside him for his turn. She switched back and forth between Greg and Jimmy, taking their cocks into her mouth as Seth pounded away at her cunt. 

Soon, I heard Seth grunt and he came inside her too. He pulled out and Greg moved around and thrust into her quickly. After Greg, Jimmy fucked her then James again. Inside of half an hour, she had been fucked six times and the come was running out of her cunt and pooling in the floor under her. She didn't seem satisfied though. She wanted more. After a few minutes, she looked around at the five of them, a smile on her face.

"Ok boys. I've never been fucked by two cocks at the same time. Anyone here want to show me how it feels?"

There was a frenzied scramble to get to their feet and James and Seth were the first to get to her. Seth got underneath her and she lowered herself over his straining cock while James started pushing his into her ass hole. She groaned loudly until James was fully in her, his balls resting against her skin and hanging between her legs. The other three just watched them, their cocks in their hands and at full attention as James and Seth fucked my mother hard in both holes at the same time. As soon as James and Seth were finished, Greg and Jimmy took their places, Greg in her cunt and Jimmy pounding her ass hole with hard thrusts, their skin slapping loudly together every time he thrust fully into her. It didn't take long for both of them to come and that left Thomas and me.

Thomas looked at me. I looked down at his huge cock hanging between his legs.

"I want to fuck her ass," he said, smiling at me.

I wanted to get into the action but at the same time, I was enjoying watching too.

"I think I'll sit this one out," I said, "but you go ahead."

We all watched as Thomas got behind her and pointed his huge cock at her hole, pushing slowly into her, making her cry out a little because of his size. He finally got all the way inside her and started thrusting, slowly in and out of her as she gasped and groaned under him. They put on quite a show as Thomas masterfully, fucked her ass while she pushed back against his thrusts and yelled out.

"Oh fuck, your cock is so big. It feels like its going to split me wide open," she yelled as Thomas sped up his thrusts.

He suddenly grunted loudly and held himself against her ass as he emptied his load of come, deep up inside her anal canal, making her yell out once more when she felt his cock explode inside her. He pulled slowly out of her a few minutes later and the river of come that came out, ran down her legs and pooled on the floor under her. She fell forward, panting heavily as Thomas moved away to find a chair to sit in, being so spent, his legs, were shaking badly.

As I sat and watched them, I wondered if this is what my mother had thought would happen when she had me invite all these friends over. Maybe it was and she looked like she enjoyed it and maybe wanted more. She was fucked at least a dozen more times that night, often two at a time while she had a cock in her mouth. Finally, about three in the morning, my friends, literally, crawled out of the house as my mother went upstairs. 

Sleeping late the next morning, I didn't hear anything when I woke up. I walked down the hall and heard the shower going. I stepped into the bathroom and saw my mother's body outlined in the glass around the shower. She turned and saw me. She opened the door.

"Would you like to come in?"

I stepped into the shower and wrapped my arms around her wet body, holding her slippery breasts in my two hands as I pushed my growing cock against her ass. She bent forward and let me fuck her from behind as she leaned against the wall, the water spraying across us. I came inside her, which made her groan. Still hard, I pulled out of her cunt and pushed into her ass, thrusting up fully into her, again, making her groan as I started to fuck her ass with long slow thrusts. I leaned back a little and thrust faster in and out of her as she groaned and moaned. I came inside her ass as sudden as I had in her cunt and I could feel her pushing back against me, trying to empty my balls of all their come. I pulled out of her and we washed each other carefully, her ass being sore and my cock was sensitive to her touch.

After we finished, we got dressed and went downstairs.

"God, last night was something I've always dreamed about but never thought would happen," she said as she sat down across from me. "To have five hard cocks fucking me was so enjoyable, I could do it again tonight."

"Mom," I started but she looked at me with a funny look on her face.

"I was only kidding," she said, smiling at me.

She wasn't though. A few nights later, she had me invite some more friends over and she took all of them on too. From then on, almost every weekend, there were five or six of my friends at our place, their hard cocks filling every hole she had and more than once. She became a sex fiend and there was nothing I could do to stop her. She enjoyed all the young, hard cocks that tore into her body over and over again and always wanted more, even after being fucked multiple times by any number of young men. She became insatiable. She continued wearing the revealing clothes and showing her body to every one she could and at times, I was quite embarrassed but she continued doing it. 

All through the four years of college, I spent many weekends watching her take on groups of my friends and even on non-weekends, I heard her groaning and moaning as a few friends came over and fucked her while I was trying to study. I finally finished school and I thought that would be the end of it but I was wrong. She got into swinging and I saw many parties where all the people there, fucked and sucked all night long. I even watched her get fucked by another woman with a strap-on while she was fucking someone else. 

Now, you're probably wondering if I minded all this, if it bothered me. Well, it did but I also received some of the benefits of it, as I didn't have to go out and look for women. All I had to do was stay at home. 



The Awakening



On the way home from a party the largest of limos stopped and asked if I anted a ride with my wife. Ania is 28 with a very fit body fit for fucking anyway, she has a nice round arse and perky tits with lovely nipples standing out through her silky dress. It was getting colder as the night went on as this limo stopped. I looked in and saw it was just a young girl sitting in the back. I thought can’t be any problem here so we climbed in. Ania’s dress rose up to show her dark tanned long slender legs and she flopped down next to the girl. The talk was very nondescript at this time as the limo drove us home.

The mystery girl, whose name was Susan was chatting to Ania asking her about her clothes and touching the material covering her thighs. We didn’t see anything wrong with the situation until we pulled up to some traffic lights and 3 guys got in. One sat next to Ania pinning her next to Susan and the other 2 either side of me. Nothing was said but the guy next to Ania grabbed the top of her dress and eased it down showing her hardening nipples. The material held her arms tight against her side. She started to kick out when he pushed his hand up her dress to her thong and swiftly pulled it down, off one leg and then lifted the other leg up and fastened her thong over a hook, leaving her leg up in the air. All this was happening too fast to try and stop it.

Some soft handcuffs were secured around her hands and lift up to another point pinning her with only one leg free to move. At this point the guy got on the floor allowing Susan access to her cunt. Susan dropped her hand and started to finger her. 

But this is the whole story what happened next took me by total surprise. I thought I was going to watch Ania getting fucked by these guys but they all had a different idea. The black guy sitting next to me started to stroke my cock through my trousers. Squeezing the head ten running his hand down to my balls and gentle massaging them. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

The guy on the floor pulled my legs apart and got between them. He reached up an drew my zipped down pulled them away from my body dipped his hand in a grabbed my cock. While he slowly wanked me pulled my trousers off, with my boxers. The other guys slowly but effectively stripped me. All the time wanking me slowly. The guys then started to remove their own clothes until we all sat there naked. The black guy had a magnificent cock which was so dark in colour that it shone. As he knelt up I realised that he expected me to suck him. He pushed his hips forward until he reached my mouth I instinctively open up for this black rod. He then held my face in his large hands while he fucked my face.

This went on for ages all the while one of the others was wanking me. Then I felt the most exquisite feeling as I was being lick and finally deep throated. A hand found mine and guided it to the 3rd cock. It felt wonderful, the loose foreskin slid over the hard flesh, as I slide my hand up and down the length. The head of this lovely cock was so large that it stopped my hand slipping off when I stared to slide my fingers up and down faster. 

I could hear him groaning, I was obviously doing a good job. The other guy holding my head gripped it firmly and fucked me face even harder and faster as he approached his orgasm. His cum was so powerful that he drove me over the edge and I cum in the guys mouth who was sucking me. I could feel the other guy groan louder as I gripped him harder and pounded my fist up and down his cock even faster. 

All of a sudden I came back to reality and realised where I was and looked around. At this point I saw Susan with her head still between Ania’s thighs sucking her off and Ania with her eyes closed. The limo drove over some lose stones and came to halt outside this very large house. A guy opened the car door and helped us out of the car. With all that had happened I willingly followed the guys. I turned around to see where Ania was when I saw 3 guys get in the back. They were all black and only had shorts on. The black guy turned to me and told me not to worry about her she was going to get the fucking of her life with his 3 mates. He then told me to worry about myself as I was going to get the fucking of my life as well.

I was taken back with this comment when I felt a hand grip my upper arm and guide me towards a large room with a bed against the wall. I was take not the bed and told to make myself comfortable. As I lay down the guys got either side of me and started to stroke my smooth skin. Flick my nipples and suck them. At this point I did not care what happened as long as this treatment carried on as well.

One guy had left the bed and returned a few minutes later with a towel, soap and a cut throat razor. I was told to stay still as they didn’t want any blood anywhere. My balls and pubic hair was soaped with a rich lather, once it was covered in soap a guy proceeded to shave every last bit of hair from my crotch. This included the hair around my arse hole. I just lay still thinking what an amazing experience all this was. Then I felt a hand with a sweet smelling balm being massaged in to my skin. I was in sheer heaven.

They walked away leaving me as I laid squirming around experiencing the new feelings in my body.

I was again joined on the bed by the guys. One straddled my head and fed his cock in to my mouth, which I greedily took down my throat. I had my hands around his arse and pulling him towards me. Another sucked my cock and fondled my balls. I didn’t know what to expect from the other guy then I realised what was going to happen.

While I was sucking and being sucked my legs were lifted up and held by the guys who I was sucking. I then felt a cold liquid being poured down the cheeks of my arse. Then a finger was pushed past in to my virgin arse. Then 2, 3 and finally I was being opened up by 4 fingers. The cock I was sucking and the feeling of me being sucked was too much I nearly passed out the over whelming feelings. 

Then I felt the sheering pain of a cock being pushed up my arse stretching me even further than the fingers. The guy sucking me sped up and then I was being face fucked even harder. All three guys were working in unison. Basically fucking me stupid. They all changed places with me having to suck the cock which had been up my arse. I could taste cum mixed with my own excrement. Even this started to taste good after a while.

They fucked me for ages I was becoming tired and my mouth was clammy from all the cum I had in it. Luckily I was given some water that freshened my mouth ready to take a cock again.

I was left a sometime and I was able to doze off only to be woken up by a slap on my arse. Get ready was a command I heard. Instinctively I got on my hands and knees reaching behind pulling my cheeks apart ready for a cock to abuse my arse again. Ready to accept another load of cum.

Through the curtains I could tell that it was daylight and I was given some food. I was fucked so many times I had lost count. I had know idea how long I had been there or what had happened to Ania. At this moment I was only concerned about myself wondering when my next mouthful of cum was coming or my next arse fucking. I was not held captive I just didn’t want to leave. Later that day, in the evening I was given my clothes and given a piece of paper with and address on. I was told that I should return the following evening as the was going to be a party and I was the main attraction. At this point I was told that Ania was at home already waiting for me. 

I got into the car and was driven home. As I open the door to the house I heard noises from upstairs. I slowly climbed the stairs opened the bedroom door to find Ania being fucked by 3 guys. One huge cock in her cunt, a guy mounting her back, fucking her arse and a black cock in her mouth. From the expression on her face I could tell she was hurting. The guys were enjoying themselves and not giving a fuck how she felt. The guy who was fucking her mouth looked at me and smiled. I got the impression that these guys enjoyed other men and were only fucking her to keep her quiet. Even blackmailing her with the video being recorded.

I left her in the bedroom being fucked as I went and took a shower. I stood under the water as it washed over my cum covered body. I washed myself but I still had the wonderful taste of cum in my mouth. As I walked out the guys were dressed and walking out, one handed me a video as he past by making his way towards the door. Ania showered and came back to bed and cuddled up to me saying we will talk tomorrow.

A few days later I was expected to return to the house. Earlier I brought some new sexy underwear and nice smelling aftershave. I took a taxi to the house, the door was opened to me and I was ushered in. some guys came up to me and said lets go somewhere more private. I took a drink off a tray and followed the 2 guys. As soon as we were in the room one guy stroked my cock and kissed my lips. As he moved away to strip off I slowly undressed as well. Folding my clothes and bending over at every opportunity. The guys sat there watching. When I was naked I walked over to the bed stroking my hard cock. I knelt on the bed reached behind me a pulled my cheeks apart ready to be fucked.

One guy sat by my head and offered me his cock which I sucked and licked. Then I felt the bed move as the other guy got ready to fuck me. The night seemed like an eternity of feeling never felt before.

Ania and I drifted apart after that evening, I wasn’t interested in fucking her, I wanted to be fucked. I kept on return to the house for parties or private functions. A few weeks ago I had my first fuck where I had my stiff cock up an arse. It was heaven I had never experienced such a tight fuck in my life. Since then I have fucked a guy with someone fucking me in the arse at the same time. But that is another story.



The Awakening



It was a hot and sticky night, she was overheated and slick with water. Anna had just gotten out of the shower after a wild afternoon playing in the garden. As bead of water from her long wet hair slowly caressed the soft curve of her breast, she shivered with anticipation... Her Master was coming over tonight. Pacing the house after washing off the sweaty dirt off her body after a day spent fitfully weeding her garden, and fingering her now voracious pussy, Anna was well scrubbed, and already getting wet again. Brimming with nervous energy, with nothing to do as the next 5 hours slowly stretch until HE was here. She said His name aloud to herself, recieving a fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach along with a fresh wave of arousal. Anna never thought she would find anyone to make her feel this beautiful, she could now believe what everyone had exclaimed throughout her life. With her American Indian and Italian heritage, Anna was pure unconsious sex appeal wrapped in a veluptuous female package. Many times Anna heard people tell her she looked almost too with her wide and guileless sparkling green eyes, framed by long thick upswept eyelashs. She plucked her eyebrows with precision weekly to make her eyes appear wider.

Anna sighed in frustration tossing the TV remote control down on the table, 90 channels and nothing was on television, she wasnt interested in sitting all night on the computer, so she locked the doors, opened the windows in the house, and grabbed a glass of wine, her cigarettes, and a book to go outside and read a bit. 

Scantily clad in very minimal clothing using just enough material to cover her torso and naked loins, she moved out to the patio to get at least some relief from the thick humid late evening air. Even with the 8 foot privacy fence surrounding the house and grounds, she felt too vulnerable if she was completely nude, so she wore as little as possible. She crossed over to the last beam of sunlight shining on the deck, placed her glass and book on the table. Taking a cigarette out of the pack, quickly lights it and draws in the smoke, breathing deeply, and expelling the smoke from her lungs in a long sigh as a cool breeze caresses her body.

Standing facing the sun, soaking in the last rays of sun for the day, Anna felt an inner peace, an acceptance and flood of warmth between her legs. God! She was horny... even more now than when she had met Lloyd St. Clair. Back then Anna could go days or weeks without touching herself, but then again she had never been so happy a day in her life before Lloyd appeared in her office.

Anna finished her cigarette and planted it in the terra cotta planter by the door, licked her full berry red lips and hugged herself tight, walked over and turned on the patio light so she could read as she passed the time until Master was due to arrive.

Sitting there in a tank top and short flimsy skirt, a cool refreshing breeze lifted the hem of her skirt and flipped it up above her navel. Anna giggled with the unexpected thrill, breathed a sigh, and slowly reached to arrange her clothing, becomming mesmerized by the sight of her newly shaved pubis... distracted with thoughts of how that pussy got to be so abruptly naked.

Feeling deliciously naughty, Anna opened her legs, placed her feet on the floor on each side of her lounge chair, then reached down to see if it was as smooth as it looked for the hundreth time that night. Running her fingers over the sensitive skin, little sparks of recognition and rememberance skitter over the flesh to find a home in the very center of her newly awakened hunger for sex. 

Since meeting her Owner, she has had trouble dealing with being as highly sexed as she was these days. Anna for the first time felt completely alive and ready to take anything life threw at her as long as she could feel this way forever. Just the mere thought of hearing His voice would send her into proxims of pleasure. Her breasts would plump with the anticipation of His touch, and her pussy would engorge and prepare itself for His invasion. Her bottom would tingle where He would spank it. Anna just couldnt help the urge to play to completion despite being ordered not to... she just didnt have the self control.

These newly aroused feelings had her in such a warm daze that she decided to indulge her urge to play for the umteenth time. His parting instructions to her was to play as often as she felt the need, with the punch line of not being able to cum unless expressly directed to by Him, and to tell Him her most secret dark fantacy... for the freedom to touch herself she agreed, having no intention of following the no cumming rule. 

Continuing to run her fingers lightly up and down her now engorged pussy lips, she feels the early lubrication and spread it around getting hornier by the moment... running her fingernails up and down her inner thighs, and pinching her tingling nipples before lightly caressing the pouty wet lips and while gently grazing her aching clit she tickled the now freely flowing wet hole relishing the complete soft smooth pussy lips. Anna's dreaming mouth fell open in an aroused pout, her tongue snaked out to moisten her full lips, a moan of pleasure escapes her when she begins panting and tries to hold back and stop when she had to. The stopping and starting was driving her crazy, Anna could no longer think so she gave in to her body, closed her eyes and dropped herself into her favorite fantacy, oblivious to the Man standing in the kitchen gazing avidly at her wildly tossing hair, heaving chest, and caressing the bulge in his pants as his eyes devoured her with a hunger that was almost physical. 

CHAPTER 2

Harris was entranced. 

His eyes were playing tricks with his senses, he swore he could almost feel the heat radiating off her body as she worked at herself, driving that hungry pussy insane with her imaginings and busy, frenzied fingers. He licked his lips and with a soft moan, released his member stroking the aching tool, lightly caressing to prolong the sweet agony of being rock hard with no warm wet hole to satisfy its craving. 

While leaning on the far kitchen cabinet, and gently stroking and squeezing his cock, he watched the beautiful woman play, and remembered his day "bird watching". 

Earlier that day, Harris got the call telling him the job was a go, and recieved the address of his target. He decided to do a drive by reconnoiter. There were few houses this far out in the sticks, about a mile or so between houses where the target lived. Falling back on his hard won instinct and survival skills, Harris decided to check out the lay of the land and see where there were bolt holes should one become necessary. The house was at a cross roads, not much traffic but enough so one car doing something unusual was ignored. 

As Harris drove by, a tall, slim, almost nude figure caught his attention. She was working in the front garden of her house, bending over at the waist accentuating her long shaply curved legs were 3 inch platforms that lifted her bottom. Her legs were exposed up to the curve of her ass cheek, so catching a glimpse of pink inner thigh...

"Man oh Man did I hit the jackpot here... oh this is one hot fucking bitch... thank you God!" Harris exclaimed to himself after confirming the address. 

This was the joint. 

The target was gently swaying with the sounds of cicadas and crickets, you could tell the exposed way she was standing was embarassing her, and turning her on... warming that pussy well for her session that evening with The Master.

With her free hand she was caressing her pussy through her cut-offs. Gently sliding her finger under the small scrap of material covering the sweet snatch, knees almost buckling with the erotic thrill of being this naughty outdoors. Standing up, she stretched with a dancers grace and placed her feet shoulder width apart. 

"This is a girl that is turned on beyond belief, and begging for abuse... I bet if I went over there and grabbed her ass she would let Me." Harris thought to himself, getting uncomfortably hard and unwilling to release the tension until he absolutely had to. Trying not to squirm, he focused his attention fully on his target to learn her bodies responses to stimulation.

When Anna took off her top, her fully aroused breasts sprang free, gently bouncing back and forth. Her nipples responded nicely to being freed, they stood up about half an inch from the dark pink areola, and sent a shiver of excitement down to her already wet and begging pussy. Anna forgot where she was, and the threat of someone driving by while she played, she took her dirty hand and caressed her full gently curving breasts, leaving mud and dirt streaks all over her dusky skin. She pinched and rolled her thick rubbery nipples between her tightly gripped thumb and forefinger sending electric shocks and shivers down her spine and her legs grew weak. She was feeling like pure sex, and though her fogged brain recognised the danger of being naked in the front yard, Anna just didnt care anymore, she was so consumed with the need to orgasm that she was not capable of rational thought anymore. 

A gaspy moan escaped and she collapsed to her knees. 

Harris was parked where he could see her clearly, got out his long range glasses, sat and watched her work, and play all afternoon dreaming of the ways he could abuse and use that gorgious body. 

Toward late afternoon the target fell asleep after she drove her pussy into an orgasmic frenzy. Exausted, she fell into a deep sated slumber, handing Harris the perfect opportunity to have a poke about the house to see what goodies it posessed for later tonight.

He was going to seriously enjoy this, and may even decide to keep this one if she proved to be as horny as she seemed. Taking a quick look around, he found her house to be well cared for, wall to wall carpeting so footsteps werent a problem, and a simple layout with plenty of hiding places for a couple of guys bent on no good.

Leaving quickly, not knowing how long she would sleep, he came out of the house and saw her getting up and dusting herself off. Remaining nude, she got up and started comming toward the house, with the way she was holding her shorts and top, she appeared to be heading for the shower. 

Although sorely tempted to watch this vulnerable and trusting bitch in the shower, his belly complained rather loudly. With a sigh, he hid until she was out of sight, and he could hear the shower running. Walking out of the house like he belonged there, he returned to his car and drove off in search of a shower for himself and more importantly dinner to fuel his imagination with thoughts of her.

Harris returned to the targets house after getting a spare key made at the local hardware store, found it empty and used the key he was given to enter and find a place to hide himself until time to begin this evenings entertainment.

CHAPTER 3

Deep throaty lustfull moans drew Harris out of his reverie. His eyes were drawn to the writhing figure on the patio deck in front of him. The patio light was on and the house was darker than it was outside, so he ventured closer to watch her as she climaxed... God so beautiful and unrestrained... Harris felt his mouth go dry with a lust so powerful he almost spilled right there, at that moment wishing he was the owner of this most exciting creature.

While she drowsed on the lounge chair, Harris left his cock out and released his balls to the open air. His package was gently swaying with the natural grace of his body as he quietly stalked through the house to the garage. 

Harris' mind was going double time taking in and analyzing everything he passed on the way to the garage for its suitablility for the games he was planning. He eventually chose four 5 foot lengths of rope, an old bandana that has been used in the past to clean an oil dipstick, and a rubber squash ball and length of pantihose to gag her with, and a special toy snagged from the kitchen at the last moment. 

Returning to the patio, she appeared to be in a perfect position to tie her down... Almost reverently, Harris placed a wad of cotton against her nose that was soaked in chloral hydrate that he had recieved along with his payment for this job... She was his to play with until tomorrow morning when the he would be replaced by her boyfriend... 

"Lucky Man, or not so lucky man, depending on where you are standing" Harris thought to himself. 

He was given explicit instructions by his employer, not to seriously damage this girl, and was paid extremely well... this was going to be a cake walk. 

After tying her hands above her head securing her to the chair she was sleeping on, he tied her knees to the arms of the chair, and her ankles spread wide apart and tied to the sides of same chair, leaving her pubic area wide open for inspection, or vulnerable to torture, whatever comes to mind. 

After rolling up her skirt into the waistband, Harris stood back and admired his handy work. The sight before him, the sleeping slut with her obviously freshly shaved pink and puffy pussy lips unfolding and disclosing their mysteries, leaking fragrant juices just inches from her face, the little pink bud of anus, still pulsing with the recent orgasm, was peeking out between those full and muscular ass cheeks, made him swell uncomfortably. Feeling slightly fuzzy brained, Harris found his hand wrapped around his cock pumping with abandon, bringing himself to the brink of orgasm, before he controlled and calmed himself with long shaky deep breaths.

Harris reached over to the sleeping slut and ran his finger up and down her exposed crack, and poked his finger in that grasping ass hole. Pulling it out and pushing it in he couldnt help but to wonder what his cock would feel like buried in that hot tight "forbidden" hole. 

To soddomize and rape this innocent looking over-sexed female was bound to be the best sexual experience Harris has had in a very long time. Working in the sex industry, doing the jobs he did, while it made him gross ammounts of money, lost the thrill a long time ago. Most girls are just targets, and pieces of fuck flesh... somehow she had caught him completely unaware and snuck under his skin, making him angry. The rhythm of her breathing was starting to regulate, he had little time to get the little bitch completely dressed for her ordeal. 

Harris, once again in control of himself, placed the blindfold over her eyes, tied it on the side of her head so she could not work it off, wouldn't do if she saw who he was until he was ready for her to know. Then Harris coaxed her mouth open by gently holding her nose closed, and waiting for her to open her mouth to breath before dropping the rubber squash ball into a leg of her pantyhose and placing the ball in her mouth, securing it by the pantyhose tied to the back of her neck. 

Chuckling softly to himself, with the pure wickedness of his next idea, he got a bucket of ice water prepaired.

"Wake up Bitch!" Harris yelled at her, and unceremoniously dumped it on her chest rendering her white tank top transparent, and granting his first upclose view of the round mounds of flesh all puckered with cold and indignation at thier violation, and making sure to get most of the water on her upraised and already pulsing pussy... all in all she was looking absolutely perfect. 

CHAPTER 4

Shocked out of her drug induced sleep, she fought her bonds, and turned purple by trying to scream, only succeeding in choking on the water that had splashed into her mouth. She could not see and she was shaking with the combination of icy cold water cruelly tossed on her over heated flesh, and the terror of not being able to see or move away from her attacker. Amazingly enough Anna found she was actually becomming aroused by her vulnerability.

"Good Morning sleeping beauty... now unplug those ears and listen carefully. Do you realize how dangerous it is to wander about at night with your windows and doors open, playing with yourself? Why you are just inviting someone like Me to come in here and take advantage of the playground you are just begging Me to play in... you stay quiet and do just as I ask and I wont hurt you too much..." Anna heard up to her right hand side, it was a deep and gravely voice, that sent shivers of apprehension up her back and made her damp hair want to stand on end. 

Tears sprung to her eyes as she realized the danger she was in... this was NOT her Master surprising her like this.

"Oh My God! Im about to get raped!" she screamed to herself, and froze with fear when she felt the cold sharp object, unmistakenly a knife, touch her breast.

Taking a knife he had brought from the kitchen while he was waiting for her to wake up, Harris drew it across her nipples light enough he wouldnt cut her, yet with just enough of a heavy hand that she knew she was in peril of getting her nipples cut off. 

Anna sucked in a terrified breath, trembling uncontrollably, she knew she must not move a muscle as long as she felt that blade. Dispite her terror, her body was betraying her, she was getting unbelievably hot, and whined in the back of her throat with her frustration, hoping this asshole took the sound for fear. 

She felt him dragging the tip of the blade down her vulnerable stomach, strangely not afraid he would kill her, her pussy started purring, and to hide that fact she was so hot, she pressed her bottom into the seat as if to cover herself, or withdraw from the knife as far as she could. 

WHACK! white hot searing pain envelopes her right breast, her face flushed bright red with the pressure of her trying to scream through her gag. 

"Naughty girl! Never try to cover up... for that matter do not move unless I tell you to do so." Another ringing slap catches her other breast when she did not attempt to answer... 

"Correct answer is a nod of your head... telling me yes... understood?" Harris growled at her.

She nods. 

"Now lift your hips and show me that pussy." He punctuated that order with a savage twist of her nipples. 

"Good girl... keep that up and you just might enjoy this as much as I will, but I sense you have been a very naughty girl, and I seriously doubt you will enjoy this experience much." He chuckled like he knew something she didn't know.

Blushing a rich red with the humiliation of having to obey this stranger's commands, she lifted her throbbing pussy up for his inspection, straining to keep it still, she sways her hips gently from left to right. With a shaking hand, Harris reaches down and lightly runs a finger up and down her soaked snatch, she cant help the violent lunge her hips do as he nears her clit... 

"Oh! what a hot little bitch you are... you are actually enjoying this aren't you cunt?" He asks. 

When Anna doesnt answer Harris, her hips suddenly slam down to the Lounge chair following the stinging slap delivered to the upraised pulsing cunny lips. 

"I dont want to have to remind you why we are here... answer me when I ask a question.... or do you need a reminder?" 

Shaking her head violently back and forth and whining loudly, she can't hold her bladder and in her terror disgraces herself in front of her captor. With the evidence of her terror running down her straining bottom and streaming over her terrified pussy, and to the floor through the seat of her chair, he grins and begins to caress her and calm her down. 

Playing with her nipples, and making her writhe to his tune, Harris sits on a chair next to hers to see just how far she would go to get a glimmer of even enjoying the beginnings of an orgasm. He took his hands away from her body and watched her writhe uncontrollably, all the while whimpering for release. 

Once again he takes the knife out and caresses her throat with the tip, running the blade that was now going to fuck her, across her full straining lips, telling Anna to lie quietly and absolutely still, or she would get cut. He flicked the sharp tip against her clit to prove the point and her hips jerked violently, and she moaned as loud as she could while gagged and opened her legs to relax the tense muscles. 




The Awakening



Well I've sent him my number. Now what? He probably won't call anyway, so why am I sitting here by the phone waiting? 

It started this morning when I stumbled on that site. I don't know what had drawn me to the singles site, only that now I'm so glad I'd found it. Doing a search of my local area for possible matches found only one match. 'Great,' I'd thought to myself sarcastically as I clicked on it. When the page opened and there staring back at me, was the most incredibly handsome man I'd ever seen, with his dark wavy brown hair and a romance behind those mesmerizing brown eyes, it almost seemed like fate. 

When I sent that first message I hadn't known what to write, but I knew I had to meet this man! My description to him had been brief, but obviously enough to entice this handsome stranger to respond. His reply had been almost as blunt as it was enthralling. 'Send me your number and we can talk,' he'd written. To the point, but what the hell. 'You only live once,' I'd thought as I sent him my number and hoped to hear back from him. When his message came saying he'd call me tonight, I felt my heart skip a beat. 

So here I sit. Maybe I'm just fooling myself. After all, it was me who had initially contacted him, right? Not the other way round, so why should he call? He's so incredibly good looking. I have the memory of his photo permanently embedded in my mind. Closing my eyes, I can clearly see the mischievous sparkle in his smiling eyes. The slight dimple in his right cheek, and his neatly trimmed goatee, contrasting the whiteness of his teeth as he seems to almost grin straight at me. The few wisps of gray in his beard giving him character, only adding to his appeal. The top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a few wisps of the dark, wiry hair hidden beneath, allowing my imagination to conjure up thoughts of my fingers tracing slowly through them.

The shrill of the phone ringing awakens me from my daze. 'Oh God, please let it be him,' I silently pray as I reach for the receiver. 

His voice soft, yet oh so extremely sexy, sets my heart beating in erratic waves feeling like it's going to burst from my chest. Introducing himself, I finally learn of his name. Mike. Even his name seems to strike a chord deep within, as I imagine myself calling it out repeatedly, the fantasies flooding my mind as we speak. There's almost a pure innocence in his manner, a characteristic I find uncontrollably arousing. He's 44, divorced, no kids, I want to know everything about this man. The conversation flowing smoothly, calming my nerves as we talk freely, almost feeling as though we've known each other for years. There's definitely a connection between us, we seem to share so many similar interests. Realizing we've been chatting for almost an hour, I ask him if he'd like to meet over a few drinks. We decide on him meeting me here; my house being on the way to town, seeming like the logical place to meet. 

After a promising good-bye I hang up the phone and look around. This place doesn't look too bad. Tidying the few misplaced magazines on the coffee table, I eye the clock. I have an hour before Mike arrives. Saying his name feels so natural. My mind is racing at the thought of having this gorgeous man here, just he and I, alone. I still have to shower and choose something to wear. God, what am I going to wear? Do I dress casual? sexy? We haven't even decided on where we're going yet, which is going to make choosing an outfit even harder. Almost in a trance as I picture his face in my mind. I make my way to the bedroom and gaze blankly at my wardrobe. I guess it's the possibility of him being in my bedroom that sends the shiver coursing through me at this moment, or maybe, the thought of having a man here, period. It's been a year since shithead left. Shithead, being my ex (soon to be ex-husband). This being the first time I've even been remotely interested in meeting somebody, be it for romance or the like.

Rummaging through my lingerie drawer I finally decide on a pastel pink bra and matching panty. God, it's so hard. Not knowing whether to dress for 'sex'. I think the set I've chosen is safe, even if we do have 'sex', it won't appear as though I've dressed deliberately for the occasion. The bra being slightly fitted, being a balconette style, it cups my breasts, giving them an extra 'lift'. The panties are simple, yet the embroidered rosettes give them a definite feminine appeal without proving too sexy. I'm actually more nervous than I care to admit. Setting them out neatly on the bed, I grab a towel and head for the bathroom.

The shower so warm and invigorating as I lean my head back, feeling the jets of water washing over my face. My wet hair clings to my back as the water gushes over me. Sliding my hands behind my neck, I relinquish myself to the pounding rhythm of the water vibrating against my body. Exhaling slowly, I feel my body yield to the intoxicating vigor of the unforgiving force strumming continuously onto me. Relaxing, my tensions seem to just wash away. 

As I close my eyes, I slide the soap over my supple bosom, gently massaging as the lather runs down my body to my mound, and then beyond. Cupping my breast, savoring the feel and the luxuriating silkiness of the soap, my nipple hardens at the touch of me rolling it between my fingers. Gently pulling, tugging at my nipple as my other hand slides the soap over the tenderness that is slowly beginning to stir between my thighs. Parting my legs slightly, I feel my hand expertly guide the bar over my folds. The familiar stirrings awakening my sexual being, as I slide a finger slowly between the lips, feeling the silky wetness of my own arousal. A soft moan escapes my mouth as my finger slides over my dampness, my thoughts of Mike's gorgeous face as I move my finger to my moist opening.

Leaning back against the tiles I lower myself, parting my legs, slightly bent at the knees as I seat myself on the floor of the shower recess. Moving my hand over my lips, I feel how velvety my juices feel against the warmth of the water that is washing over my exposed labia. I open my legs wider, my pussy responding to my sensuous touch. Sliding my fingers from bottom to top of my pussy, then back down again, I tease my opening with each and every movement. 

Releasing the hold on my breast, I slide my hand down my navel, as I let the soap slip from my fingers. With both hands outstretched, I skim the length of my lips, parting the folds as the warmth of the water washes over me. Dropping my chin forward as I move a finger through the silky wetness of my pussy, my breathing becoming increasingly labored. 

Rolling my head back, resting it against the tiles, I slide a finger deep inside myself, curling it against my inner walls as a soft moan escapes my lips. My other hand concentrates on my hardened clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles. My finger continues to plunge deep, feeding my pending orgasm with a hunger as my pussy encloses tighter around it. I delve a second finger deep inside, feeling my inner walls gripping around them. With slow, languid thrusts, I drive my fingers deeper as I moan out loud in ecstasy. My other hand, pressing harder against my swollen clit, driving me closer to release with each and every unrelenting, deliciously placed motion. My legs stiffen as the pulsating spasms of my oncoming orgasm begin to engulf my probing fingers. Shamelessly, my body shivers as I cum around my hand. I close my eyes again, allowing the sensations to course through me, a giddiness washing over me as I ride out the final waves of the eroticized pleasures surging through my body.

* * *

Totally satiated as I grab the towel and begin to dry myself, I catch sight of my reflection in the vanity mirror. I gaze my eyes over my own slender 5'6 frame, still taut and toned, thanks to the many years of dance classes. My long blonde hair hangs limp as I wrap the towel around the ends wringing out the excess water. My large brown eyes and long dark eyelashes definitely my best features, but I am also thankful for inheriting my father's magnetic smile. Suddenly I'm feeling nervous. Standing here looking at my own nakedness, I begin to wonder if Mike would like what I'm seeing, if tonight happens to lead us in that direction. Wrapping the towel around my back, tucking the folds inside itself, I make my way to the bedroom.

As I pull on my panties, images of Mike taking them off run through my mind. Catching my reflection, I smile, contently satisfied in my choice of underwear as I adjust the lace of my bra. Taking the perfume, I spray it sparingly around my neckline, inhaling, savoring the fragrance. Estee Lauder's 'Knowing', it has always been my favorite perfume. Right now as I close my eyes, I can imagine the sensuous feel of Mike's mouth moving over my shoulder to my neck, him breathing in the intoxicating scent. 

Maybe we'll just end up down at the pub, but then, it is Friday night, so chances are that we'll end up at a club somewhere. Holding up endless pieces of clothing, scrutinizing each in turn as I hold them against me before replacing them from where they came. I want to dress just right. Finally, I decide on my slinky black pants, gold chain hipster belt, and a low cut crimson top. Sliding on my low-heeled scuffs, I take a final look at my reflection. Not too sexy, not too casual. I smile at my image portrayed in the full length mirror. 

The sudden rapping at the door releases me from my thoughts. Oh God, he's here.

The deafening pounding of my heart beating in my ears, as the nerves begin to stir, sends a sudden wash of goose bumps surfacing over my body. My palm cold as I take the handle and slowly open the door. My heart thumping as I look up into Mike's mesmerizing brown eyes, his teeth gleaming, as his smile entrances me momentarily. He's even more gorgeous than his photo. He must be close to six feet tall, I guess, as I look up into his handsome face. Shyly, I invite him in, noticing the bottle of wine he has tucked snugly under his arm. I smile as I close the door behind us, and lead him into the lounge room. 'Oh yes. This is going to be a very interesting night!' I think to myself whilst looking him up and down, admiring him from the corner of my eye. As I reach inside the glass cabinet for the goblets, I feel his gaze upon me.

There's no doubt this man excites me. Watching as he leans languidly against the back of the sofa, his eyes roaming sheepishly around the room as I fumble with the wine. I can't help feeling aroused. 

"Here, let me do that for you," Mike smiles, offering a hand.

Gingerly, I hand the bottle and opener over to him. I watch intently, noticing the way his biceps move against the material surrounding them, as he strains against the resistance of the cork. I watch his lithe figure working the cork screw skillfully into the bottle neck, my eyes never leaving him. The audible 'pop' of the cork sends a sudden shiver up my spine. 

As Mike pours the wine, I seize the opportunity to take in just how incredibly handsome this man is, his profile so strong, so defined. As he hands me the glass I smile, taking a seat beside him on the couch, raising my glass to his.

"Cheers," smiling, as the rims of our glasses chink.

"Want some music on?" I ask, as I rest my glass on the coffee table.

"Sure, what have you got?" Mike asks. Standing, he follows me to the collection of CDs lined up on the shelf by the stereo.

A charge of electricity surges through me as I sense Mike so close, standing beside me as he picks up a pile of CDs and searches through them. The aroma of his aftershave teases my senses. So fresh, so masculine. I can feel my heart beating hard and fast against my chest as his arm brushes mine. My mouth suddenly dry as I watch him insert the CD into the carousel, my eyes moving over his body, undressing him slowly as they move lower. His body so lean, so well toned. My inner walls tense as I imagine the feel of his warm body pressing against mine, my legs wrapping around his waist... The soothing sounds of Daniel Bedingfield breaks the silence. 

Mike, suddenly taking my hand, raises it over my head as he leads me into a spin, his arm wrapping around my waist as I return to face him. My mouth agape as my heart feels as though it could simply stop beating, my knees feeling like they will buckle at any given moment. The feel of his neatly manicured fingers, entwined with mine, his touch so warm, almost electrifying as I try to catch my breath. Looking up into his face, I'm forever conscious of his arm around my waist, holding me within inches of his sexy, enticing body.

"Dance?" he laughs.

"I might show you up," I laugh, trying to calm myself. "I'm a dance instructor remember?" I try to steady my voice, but I'm sure it sounds shaky. I can barely hear it over the pounding, explosive beating of my heart thumping in my ears.

"Well let's find out." Mike says, smiling mischievously. There's that smile again. I love the way it lights up his entire face, and how his eyes sparkle the way they do.

Gripping his hand firmly, I wrap my arm around his waist and grin. "You're on!" 

Letting him lead, my head swimming as I inhale the masculine scent of his body. So close, pressing lightly against mine. My feet move almost mechanically beneath me. Too caught up in the emotions stirring inside me, I hardly hear the music as Mike's grip tightens around my waist. I can almost make out the feel of his groin lightly brushing against my stomach as our bodies move as one. He pulls me closer as his hand moves to the small of my back. Now I can feel him. His bulge rubbing against me with every move of his hips, I search his face for some hint of what's going through his mind.

Meeting my gaze, Mike leans down and lowers his face to mine. His lips so soft, so tender as our mouths meet. Letting myself savor the moment as our bodies unite, almost molding as one. Feeling the warmth of his breath against the side of my face as his mouth engulfs mine, as though my soul is being drained from me as I give myself freely to this man. I feel his arousal pressing firmly against my navel as the passion in us intensifies. Our tongues slide lasciviously over one another. Kissing him, savoring the taste of his sweet mouth, still tasting the wine from his lips, our bodies press together. My inner walls tremble as my wanton desires surface; my head feeling light as I let the excitement, the adrenaline of the moment take over my senses. A soft moan escaping, muffled against Mike's mouth as his tongue moves, languishing over mine.

As our lips separate, both of us seem breathless. Our bodies not really moving, yet not standing still either, as the music flowing around us breaks the silence. With my head resting against Mike's chest, I can hear the soft beating of his heart; rapid at first, then gradually slowing its pace as we stand in our embrace, just holding each other close. I want to kiss him again. I could kiss Mike endlessly, just to feel those glorious sensations coursing through me once more. His body so warm, so masculine. Closing my eyes, I relish the feel of his body against mine.

Feeling Mike's hold on me loosen, I look up searchingly into his eyes. 

"Still want to go out?" Mike asks.

"Sure," I answer with a heavy heart, not quite ready to let him go just yet. Reluctantly I take my arms from around his waist and reach to turn down the music. 

Turning to face Mike as he takes my hand in his, pulling me into his arms again, he kisses my mouth softly. Lowering his voice slightly, he moves his mouth closer to my ear.

"Or, we could just stay here and talk some more," he whispers huskily. Catching my breath, my heart races as I look up into his face.

"Now I like that idea better," I laugh, trying to contain the excitement in my voice.

As we make our way back to the sofa, my eyes fixated on the way the seat of his pants moves against his ass cheeks as he walks, teasing my senses. Moving my eyes slowly up his body, imagining my hands tracing over it, I suddenly feel Mike's eyes watching me as I mentally undress him. Blushing slightly, I grab my glass of wine and take a seat beside him on the sofa. 

Laying back against Mike's chest, his finger traces lightly up and down my arm as we talk. I feel as though we could talk about almost anything. It just seems so natural, him being here, I can't believe we've only known each other a few hours. The conversation flows smoothly as we sip our wine, the music barely audible in the background.

"Want another glass?" Mike asks me, offering the bottle of Moselle. Realizing I'd been holding an empty glass, I smile and hand it to him. Sitting up against the back of the sofa, I watch as he pours us each a fresh glass of wine. 

Resting the bottle back on the table, Mike turns to face me. Brushing a stray strand of hair from my face, he leans in and kisses me softly. The familiar stirrings start to awaken my senses as his fingers entwine in my hair, pulling me close as his kiss begins to increase its intensity. Reciprocating the passion, I move my hand to his knee, sliding it up his leg as our bodies move closer.

My inner walls quiver as his hand slides up my outer thigh, sending shivers surging through my body. Moving my hands to his chest, I slowly unbutton Mike's shirt, reveling at each newly exposed piece of flesh. His photo had hinted at the hair hidden by his shirt, but having my fingers now moving through the lush carpet covering Mike's body sets a flood warming my inner thighs. His body feels so warm. 

His hands move over my hips as his fingers curl under the hem of my top, slowly peeling it up over my breasts. Raising my arms, watching Mike's eyes move to my bra as I help him remove my top. His hands so warm as he cups my breast, gently squeezing it through the fabric of my bra. Reaching behind I unclasp the hooks. Slowly, almost teasingly, I slide the straps from my arms as the bra falls away from my body.

Our mouths meeting again, our kiss more intense as our hands begin to explore each other's body. Pushing Mike's shirt over his shoulders, I tug it down his arms, thankful when he removes it, exposing the glory of his body. His shoulders and chest so defined. My breathing deep, almost ragged as I slide my hand over his chest, savoring the feel of his soft skin beneath my fingertips.

Mike's hand moves to my breast, taking the areola between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing as his fingers slide slowly up to my nipple. He kisses me softly before moving his mouth slowly to my breast. I inhale sharply as the warmth of his lips envelop my nipple, softly sucking it into his mouth. Running my fingers through his hair, I watch his mouth move over my breast. Squeezing my inner muscles tight, giving myself to him, I feel another quake erupting between my thighs. 

Slowly laying myself back on the sofa, Mike positions himself over me. His mouth meeting mine as we kiss, an almost desperation tearing through me as I feel the firmness of his bulge pressing against my mound. Kissing my mouth tenderly, he slides his lips across my cheek. Feeling the heat of his breath on my ear, I involuntarily raise my hips, pressing myself into him as an aroused shiver races up my spine. His mouth leaves a damp trail down my neck as his lips trace a path down to my collar bone. Cupping my breast, he moves his lips down my chest. Teasingly circling his tongue, moving his mouth over the fleshy part of my bosom as his hand gently kneads; squeezing my breast with his hand spread, gradually drawing his fingers together as he brings them up and around my nipple.

Sliding his body down mine, Mike kneels between my thighs as his mouth seeks my nipple. I can't believe how incredibly awakened my body feels as my nipple responds almost instantaneously to his touch. His lips so soft, so gentle as they wrap around my hardened peak; his tongue so warm and arousing as it flicks teasingly. Gasping, I feel his hand slide down my body, cupping my mound, before pressing his fingers firmly against me. I can feel the dampness of my panties, pressing against the lips of my pussy as his fingers probe through the fabric of my pants.




The Awakening



"Oh God," I hear myself whisper.

Moving his hands to the sides of my pants, Mike leans forward, kissing me softly before tucking his fingers into the waist band. Raising myself slightly as he slowly peels my pants down over my hips, a shiver surges through me as he leans forward and kisses my navel. His lips, so tender and moist as he moves his mouth down my body, kissing my newly exposed flesh as he lowers my pants down to my ankles. Tossing them aside, Mike slides his hands gently up my legs as he moves himself over me once again. 

His hands skimming lightly up my outer thighs as he lowers his face to my panties, inhaling, he pauses. His breath so warm, so sensuous as he kisses my panties before slowly peeling them down. My body responding readily as he slides his hands up my inner thighs, gently parting them as he moves his body down the sofa, positioning himself between my legs. With his hands now cupping my ass, the warmth of his breath as his mouth moves closer to my pussy, stirring up emotions I haven't felt in years.

The heat of his tongue as he tenderly presses it against my lips almost too much to bare. My head swimming as his tongue slides between my folds, running the length of my pussy, lingering, circling around my opening, before delving deep inside me. Arching my back as I press myself into his face, my hands sliding up my body to my breasts, making fists as I take my nipples, pulling at them mercilessly. Mike's tongue, curls inside me as the tip skims along my inner walls. His hands grip my ass cheeks as he pulls my body into his face. Opening my legs wider, I want to feel as much of his darting tongue inside me as I possibly can. 

My head is swimming as his lips move to my clit. Mike's hand moves from my ass as I feel his fingers spreading my lips, teasing my opening before forcing two fingers into me fast and deep. The sudden sensations caused by his thrusting fingers cause me to catch my breath. His lips around my clit, sucking firm as the tip of his tongue flicks relentlessly over my hardened bud. The force behind his probing hand almost painful, but such a good pain as my pussy grips, sucking them in with each and every coercive thrust. The sensations stirring inside, surface with a fury as his mouth continues to work skillfully on my awakened clit. With my head rolled back, my back arched, I scream out his name as I cum. Feeling like an explosion erupting from within me, forcing its way outward as it releases itself, I yield myself to the pleasures expelling from deep within. Pulling his face shamelessly into me as I exhale, releasing and savoring the lingering pulsations surging through my body.

Still unable to focus, I catch my breath as Mike moves his tongue to my opening. His mouth wrapping around me, sucking my cum hungrily as his tongue penetrates me, coating itself in the stickiness of my orgasm. My body tingles as his hands reach up to caress my breasts. My head still swimming as my breath gradually slows, my heart still racing as his tongue curls deep inside me, relinquishing in the pleasures flowing through my body. The giddiness subsiding as I feel his hands slide to my sides as he raises himself.

As Mike positions himself over me, I whisper,

"My turn."

"Next time," he whispers back, kissing me softly as he slides his body between my parted thighs. 

Kissing my ear softly I feel Mike's manhood, hard and erect pressing against my swollen lips. Guiding him as I curl my legs around his back, my heels resting comfortably on the top of his ass as I feel his thickness begin to penetrate me. With the head of his cock already embedded deep inside, I kiss him hungrily. Raising my hips to meet his, encouraging him eagerly, savoring the feel of him spreading my inner walls as I feel his cock delve deeper. His head buried against my shoulder, I exhale, then inhale sharply as he buries the rest of his length, hard and determined inside me. His arms tucked under my back, fingers curled around my shoulders, pulling me forcefully onto his shaft as he buries himself deep inside. With as much determination as I can muster, I match him stroke for stroke, feeling his full balls slapping vigorously against my ass.

The lusty haze in his eyes as his hand moves to my breast, gripping my nipple hard as his thrusts increase in tempo and desperation, blinding me of any thoughts. My body shudders as my muscles contract around his shaft again, clenching and unclenching rapidly as I cum hard, gripping his cock relentlessly as my orgasm takes over. My muscles clench tight, feeling the resistance as he tries to move himself inside me. Dragging my fingernails down his back as I savor the unrelenting force of the excitement coursing through me.

Wincing at the pain and force behind his penetration as his shaft swells, spilling his seed deep inside me, I grip his ass firm. Pulling his body to mine, I savor the warmth of his cum filling me and the thickness of his shaft as he cums hard. His body suddenly feeling heavy as he presses himself against me, shuddering as the last waves of his orgasm wash over him. Sated, we hold each other close, small shivers still causing his body to tremor as his breathing slowly returns to normal. Kissing his mouth tenderly, I smile contently.

Closing my eyes, still feeling the sensations of Mike's softening length inside me, I sigh. My body feeling drained as we lay together, even moving my arms an effort as I slide them over his back gently, before letting them fall heavily to my sides.

* *

The beams of sunshine streaming in through the curtains hurting my eyes as I rouse from my sleep. The twitching of Mike's cock still inside me, waking me fully. 

"Morning, gorgeous," he whispers.

"Mm, good morning," I purr back, moving my hips to meet his as he slowly delves himself deeper inside me. His cock hardening as our lips meet. 



The Awakening



Laura met Susan online in a chat room where thoughts and dreams flowed freely and without prejudice. They immediately hit it off discovering many things in common in their personal lives. Over the course of the winter, Laura and Susan corresponded almost daily, discussing their lives and the world in general. Their discussions ranged from their sex lives to their favorite ice cream flavor. They talked about just about anything and everything, things they wished they had done to things they wanted to do. The subjects not only included themselves but their families as well.

The two women had discussed meeting at some point but each had their own life to live and since they were at opposite ends of the country, it was almost impossible to meet. Their desire to meet face to face weighed heavily on each of them, they knew they had something special between them and wanted to see it come to fruition. Both women were bi-sexual and their attraction to each other became more and more evident as they conversed.

They kept in touch through out the spring; Laura was celebrating her 25th wedding anniversary in May of that year along with the graduation from college of her youngest daughter, Julie in mid-June. Susan had mentioned how lucky Laura was to have been married for so long and to have such wonderful and well-educated young women as daughters.

Laura joked that it would be icing on her cake if Susan could visit during that time of year and help celebrate all the wondrous things in Laura's life. Susan agreed but circumstances didn't allow such a long spell away from her family and work as a public relations coordinator for a national trade show corporation.

Then the unexpected happened, the person in charge of the big summer west coast show in Laura's hometown quit suddenly, taking a job with a rival firm. The company called on Susan to fill his spot on short notice and asked her if she would go.

Seeing that she could turn this into an opportunity to make herself shine and visit with her dear friend, Susan accepted the challenge. She booked her first class business seat and let Laura know she would be visiting and working in her area just before the July 4 holiday. Laura was excited and insisted Susan stay with her since their house was a short drive to the convention center where the show was taking place. Her husband was going away for a couple of weeks camping and fishing so there would be time for them to spend focusing on themselves, if she didn't mind Julie being around the house.

Julie would be off from school, working part time and getting ready for graduate school. Susan didn't mind in the least, she knew from their conversations that Julie was a wonderful young woman, she looked forward to meeting her, and Laura's other daughter Becky.

Susan's flight arrived early and she called Laura's cell phone to let her know. She had a few messages from her work and listened to them as she walked to the baggage claim area. She didn't see her friend waiting for her in baggage claim as they had planned. Susan began to worry; she hadn't made any other plans as far as lodging and transportation and most of the rooms in the city were probably booked. She finished checking her messages and discovered a call from Laura. She listened to it and the other two Laura had left her.

Just as she hung up from the last message she heard a soft voice behind her, "Excuse me, Susan, is that you?"

She turned around and standing there was a young woman looking a bit embarrassed as she asked again, "Excuse me, Susan?"

Susan replied, "Oh yes I am and you are?" Susan recognized Julie from the picture Laura had sent. However, pictures didn't do her justice and Susan wanted to make sure.

"I'm Julie, my mom is Laura, she sent me because she had an unexpected problem come up and had to deal with it. I hope you don't mind, she really wanted to be here."

Susan looked the young woman over; she was dressed in very short shorts, which showed off her long smooth legs. They were firm and toned from playing various sports, which required a great deal of running. She also wore a loose fitting T-shirt with her college's initials across her ample breasts. On her feet, she wore the normal footwear of college co-eds, flip-flops. She was tan and her long auburn hair was straight and brushed neatly down to the middle of her back. At about five-foot five, Julie looked the part of the all-American girl-next-door.

Susan holding back a giggle smiled, "I don't mind at all Julie, your mother left me a few messages and apologized in so many ways, I can't be mad at her."

Susan opened her arms wide to hug the young woman; Julie not sure, hugged her back. 

Susan looked her up and down. "Your mother has told me quite a bit about you, but I had no idea you were this pretty." Julie blushed as she let go of Susan and stood back looking a bit embarrassed.

Julie blushed a bit as she took her turn checking out her passenger. Susan was dressed very conservatively in a light grey business dress, black 3" heels, and a bone colored silk blouse. Her skirt showed off her legs, toned by hours in the gym trying to keep up with the younger women who seemed to be taking all the good jobs in her company. Susan was in her mid forties but could pass for thirty, she was around five foot six and her body was proportionate to her weight, which she watched like a hawk.

Julie smiled as they both turned to wait for Susan's baggage, their time waiting filled with small talk about Susan's flight and the weather. They kept peeking at each other out of the corners of their eyes and admiring what they saw. As the two women waited for Susan's baggage to come around on the carousel the conversation ebbed and flowed like the waves on a shoreline. Brief pauses with nothing said and then more questions from one to the other.

Julie had been the subject of quite a few conversations between Susan and Laura. Susan had a stepdaughter just about the same age as Julie. They discussed the various highs and lows that each of the girls had been through during their teen years. They talked about different situations each had experienced and how they had grown, learning from each episode.

Susan's stepdaughter had been sexually active for quite some time with both men and women. Susan had encouraged her stepdaughter to be open but also warned her about being too promiscuous. Laura felt certain that Julie was still a virgin but didn't butt into the young woman's sex life at all. Julie had never had a steady boyfriend and had never mentioned any other attractions. After all, Julie was now twenty-two years old and could make her own decisions.

As they talked, the bags from Susan's flight started popping out of the shoot and heading around on the carousel.

Susan turned and asked Julie what she would miss most about college. Julie slightly blushed and answered, "Oh, I think my soccer team and my sorority sisters, the camaraderie I guess.

Susan arched an eyebrow and probed a bit more. "You were on soccer scholarship weren't you?"

"Yes, but I never was a star player." Julie replied a bit embarrassed. She had gotten a full scholarship out of high school but with so many better players, her playing time became limited. 

To get away from the rude people barging in between them retrieving bags, the two women slowly inched their way further out and down the conveyer belt. 

Susan was very interested in hearing about Julie's soccer exploits and began asking more direct questions, some having double meanings which Susan used to see the reaction she got from Julie. 

"So you had a full scholarship and not on first team, that must have been nice." Susan commented. 

Julie looked at her and replied, "No, I didn't feel I was earning my way through school."

Susan glanced back and smiled. "That's good you have ethics, I like that. Your mother has done a good job raising you." Julie blushed and felt warmness deep inside her with the comment from Susan. She then went on, "I've heard there are a great deal of lesbians that play sports Julie, not that I'm labeling anyone or saying that's wrong. I was just curious if that was your experience." Susan waited for Julie's answer knowing what Julie's mother had told her about the young woman's experiences or lack there of. 

"Yes the school is fairly small and our soccer program was always looking for new talent", Julie started to blush again realizing she had made a double entendre with the talent part. "But as far as the team being all lesbian, no. I think a couple of the girls may have been bi-sexual but I didn't ask and they never hit on me." 

Julie continued, "I do think that there were a few rather large and more aggressive girls on teams we played but if they were lesbians I have no clue. I can only speak from my own experience."

Just as Julie finished her explanation Susan's bags came around on the belt. Julie noticed that on Susan's bags she had wrapped big elastic rainbow straps around each piece to identify her luggage and to help hold them closed. She wondered to herself if the straps had any other significance other than those obvious ones. 

Susan reached down and grabbed the first of her bags, her skirt rode up high on her shapely legs as she bent down, Julie noticed as she also bent over to grab a bag, her shorts tightening on her legs, made Susan smile as she glanced over. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Julie saw Susan gazing at her bare legs, a pleasant feeling shot through her tummy and down between her legs as she stood and smiled at Susan. The rainbow straps took on more significant meaning now. "Are these your only two bags, Susan?" Julie asked innocently. 

"Yes sweetie, they are. Can you handle that one? It does have wheels." Susan mentioned as she took the handle from her smaller bag and pulled it out. 

"Oh, I'm ok." Julie assured the older woman, mimicking her pull of the handle. 

Susan grinned wickedly, "I'm sure you can handle it, you're young and still in great shape." 

Julie blushed as she felt her nipples react by suddenly poking under her top. That same wave of warmth repeated itself between the young woman's legs as she smiled back at her new friend.

"Well, you're in pretty good shape yourself Susan. You must hit the gym often." Julie said. 

"Yes, I have to keep up with all you young ones who want my job. Unfortunately, in my line of work looks are a big part of the whole package", Susan lamented. 

"That's too bad, it shouldn't be that way." Julie replied.

"Well, it really doesn't hurt to stay in shape; I guess my job is just an excuse I don't really need. I do love working out, I feel so sexy after a hard workout." Susan raised her eyebrows, as Julie looked her up and down again.

"It does feel good, I know." Julie grinned.

They both looked at each and smiled as they headed out of the baggage claim area with the suitcases in tow. On the way to Julie's car they talked a bit more about school and Susan volunteered information about her stepdaughter.

The small talk stalled as they got to Julie's car, a metallic green VW golf convertible. Susan grinned, "My what a sexy little car you have Julie, can we go topless?" 

Julie blushed, not sure of Susan's comment but never needing an excuse to take the top down off her car replied, "Sure, I didn't want it parked here at the airport all open for someone to steal anything. I love being "topless" she giggled, as they both understood the meaning of the joke. "It will just take a second. Go ahead and put your bags in the back seat." 

Julie unlocked her car opening the door for Susan. 

"Thank you, sweetie." Susan smiled as she watched Julie walk to the back of the car, admiring the way she filled out her shorts. Susan placed her luggage behind her seat and got in. She watched as Julie lowered the top on the little car and made sure everything stowed away. She especially enjoyed the view when Julie had to stretch to reach the top part of the roof to lower it back down past the rear set. Julie's breasts pressed into her t-shirt and her nipples were quite evident. Susan didn't think it was cold outside; maybe Julie was enjoying her company. Julie hopped in and started up the car and they began the drive back home. Susan insisted paying for parking and as she did her arm accidentally brushed against Julie's breasts as she handed the cashier the fee. Susan apologized and Julie blushed telling Susan "Its ok, accidents happen." 

They took off and the wind was blowing through Julie's long soft hair. Susan watched as the wind whipped the hair around the young woman's neck revealing multiple piercings in her ears. 

Julie rolled up her window to deflect some of the wind and to cut the noise down a bit so they could talk as she drove. She reached over, turned off the CD player, and just as she finished with the dial, a car slammed on its brakes just ahead of them. Both Julie's and Susan's initial reaction was to lower their free hand and place it over the lap of the other. 

After the car ahead returned to speed, they both glanced at each other and smiled.

Susan remarked, "I see your mother taught you to restrain your passenger, that's from when we didn't have shoulder straps."

Julie smiled, "Yes, she used to do that to us when we were little; I guess I picked up the habit."

Julie removed her hand from Susan's lap and resumed driving; Susan's hand remained in Julie's lap just a bit longer as she felt Julie's firm thigh muscle just past the young woman's shorts. Julie didn't say anything but she thought Susan's hand stayed a bit longer than it should have. She did get that wonderful warm feeling returning to her tummy. 

Julie was beginning to wonder why she kept feeling that delicious sensation and thinking back what occurred each time she felt it. She could only recall a couple of other times she had felt this and that was with her soccer teammates when they were celebrating a hard-earned victory. It was only when a close friend on the team hugged her she had gotten this sensation. She had questioned it then but shook it off thinking it was just the great feeling after a victory.

Julie drove on thinking and listening to the wind. She pulled to a stop at a signal by her home when she felt Susan's soft touch on her ear. The back of Susan's hand gently brushed her hair back as her fingers lifted Julie's earlobe and jewelry. 

"Very lovely", Susan remarked as she gazed at the jewelry adorning the young woman's ear. 

Julie shivered and again felt the warmness. She didn't turn her head but thanked Susan for noticing. Susan gently brushed Julie's neck as she examined each piece, not asking permission or caring if she had any. She could tell the young woman enjoyed her touch by Julie's reaction, especially when Julie closed her eyes and leaned over a bit to allow Susan a better look.

The light changed from red to green and they took off again. Within a few minutes, they were pulling into the driveway of Julie's home. They unloaded the car and went inside the house, Julie kicked off her flip-flops as she walked inside. She called out for her mother but only silence and the tick-tock from the cuckoo clock were there to greet her. They set the bags down and headed into the kitchen; upon entering, they noticed a note from Laura propped up on the kitchen table. They read it in unison, Susan glancing over the top of Julie's shoulder her hands on the young woman's hips. Julie could feel Susan's warm breath on her ear as they both quietly read the note. It apologized for missing Susan and that Laura would be back as soon as she could. She apologized again and wrote that she would make it up by making a spectacular dinner. Julie looked back and waited until Susan had finished reading the note, she enjoyed Susan's hands on her hips. After reading the note Susan slowly lowered her grip down over Julie's hips brushing her firm cheeks as she let go. Julie turned and could have kissed Susan, if Susan hadn't moved back a bit. 

Julie's face flushed as she asked Susan if she was thirsty. Susan politely declined grinning at the redness in Julie's cheeks, "All I want to do is put away my luggage and change into something less formal sweetie." 

Julie shrugged as they retrieved Susan's bags and carried them into the room she would be staying. Susan placed her bags off to the side and turned to look at Julie.

"I just wanted to thank you for picking me up today, I've really enjoyed talking with you, and it's so sweet of you to come to your mom's rescue." Susan softly spoke.

Julie smiled and blushed as she responded, "You are welcome Susan; I've enjoyed talking with you too, plus I guess I kinda owe my mom."

Susan smiled again and looked at Julie with an inquisitive face.

"Owe you mom? For what sweetie?" Susan inquired.

"She's always doing things for me, I don't know what I'd do without her, you know?" Julie responded.

Susan looked at her, "Well those are things we moms just do for our children, and it's just natural."

Julie smiled and looking at the floor a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, Julie would you mind showing me those lovely earrings again?" Susan asked changing the subject.

"Oh sure" Julie looked up and pulled her hair back past her ears exposing her piercings, she leaned forward for Susan to see.

Susan placed her hands on the young woman's neck and slowly brought her closer to her face. Her thumbs massaged Julie's cheeks as she bent in for a closer look. Tilting her head as if to see the earrings in a different light Susan slightly pursed her lips and gave Julie the softest kiss Julie had ever felt. It didn't really feel like a kiss, just a hint of a tingle.

The young woman swooned as the blood rushed through her body. She looked at Susan with a perplexed stare not knowing what to say or do. Susan leaned in again and kissed her once more with just a bit more pressure on the girl's lips. Julie almost responded in kind this time but instead just stood there dumbfounded.

Susan finally spoke in a soft whisper; she could feel Julie's heart beat increase as she continued to hold her face, massaging it with her thumbs. "I just thought an appropriate gift was needed for such lovely company."

Julie blushed as she stood there, her heart racing, longing for another kiss from this woman who excited her so not understanding why she felt that way. 

Susan looked into Julie's eyes and felt the young woman wanted to say something. "Are you alright Julie?" Susan asked.

Julie replied, "Yes, I was just caught off guard there for a second." 

"Well then", Susan smiled and leaned in to kiss the young woman one more time. This time Julie responded, kissing Susan and parting the older woman's lips with her tongue. Susan was at first surprised at Julie's reaction then pulled her closer, pressing their lips together and holding her in a loving embrace. They kissed and held each other for several minutes as their hearts raced and delicious thoughts flashed through Susan's mind.

Julie finally broke their embrace and looked at Susan; her face was a deep red. She longed to say something but Susan placed her finger over Julie's mouth quieting her. Susan held Julie close to her, her hands massaged Julie's back as she whispered again, "Well, what's it like kissing a girl?."

Julie sighed and responded with a question, "I'm not sure Susan, I feel so excited right now, I've never felt like this kissing anyone."

Susan grinned and looked her in the eyes, "Well, I respect your mother and would never do anything to cross her, but you are such a delicious young woman I couldn't resist. Forgive me?" 

Julie was still stunned, her body knew she wanted the wonderful woman who had just made her feel so good but she wouldn't cross the line between her mother and her mother's friend, no matter how much she ached to do it. This new sensation was tearing at her, she'd felt it before and now she was putting it all together in her mind. Was she a lesbian, how else could she explain the excitement she felt when Susan touched her. She had never really looked at women sexually and thought, why now?




The Awakening



Susan let her hands drop from the girl's face and told her thank you once more. She then turned and kicked off her heels and went to her suitcase; hoisting it onto the bed and snapping the rainbow straps and locks open. She flipped open the suitcase and began taking out her clothes. She put them in the empty dresser drawers of the guest room. Setting aside a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt, this would be much more comfortable than her business suit.

Julie stood there savoring her first kiss, and wondered how she could get more. The tingle she felt through her just confirmed what she had been imagining, she longed for a woman's touch. However, was that what she truly wanted? Did she want another woman or just Susan? She came back to reality and sat down in the chair across from the bed. Her breathing finally came back to normal but the damp area between her legs didn't go away.

Susan kept removing her clothes from the suitcase and putting them away in the dresser. She started unbuttoning her blouse then turned and looked at Julie who was watching her with dreamy eyes.

"Julie, sweetie, are you ok?" Susan asked. 

Julie sat there and mumbled, "Well, I think so."

Susan continued undoing the buttons and just before the last one unhooked her skirt and let it fall; she then let the last button loose and pulled the blouse off her arms. She picked up the skirt, blouse folding them, and gently placed them on hanger in the closet. Standing there in beige lace trim hipster panties and lace balconet push up bra Susan turned and faced Julie.

"Oh, I think so, I was just so surprised at what I felt when you kissed me." Julie confessed as she raised her head and saw Susan standing there. Julie was mesmerized; her head had been down while she was thinking about what had just taken place and now she was sitting there looking at Susan in the sexiest outfit she had ever seen on a woman.

Susan walked up to her and stood directly in front of her, she knelt down placing her hands on Julie's bare legs slowly massaging the outsides of her thighs. She looked up at Julie whose deep blue eyes focused on hers. "I'm sorry if that upset you in any way Julie, it wasn't intended like that."

Susan's hands felt so good on Julie's legs, she slowly and gently massaged the young woman from the outside of her thighs inward and down to her knees then back to the bottom of her shorts. Susan was enjoying the soft firm feel of Julie's legs against her fingertips as she continued her seductive massage. Susan continued arousing Julie as they talked and became slightly aroused as well.

Finally, Susan confessed, "Julie, I have to admit I do find you very exciting, I really don't want to because I respect your mother." She moved deeper between Julie's legs and kissed her again on the lips, their tongues played as Julie moaned with delight.

Julie's hands moved up from her sides and cupped Susan's breasts, Susan moaned along with Julie who delighted in the feel of Susan's nipples hardening though the soft satin of her bra. Julie continued to explore Susan's breasts and used her thumbs to arouse the older woman's nipples further.

Susan's hands moved up Julie's firm tummy and over her breasts. She cupped Julie's firm round breasts and felt her hard nipples in her palms. Her hands focused on massaging the hard nipples until their lips parted and they both took a deep breath. Julie's heart was racing and Susan was visibly excited.

Susan blushed and apologized again but Julie didn't hear a thing. She pulled Susan back down to her face and kissed her once more. Susan broke their embrace, her face flushed, obviously excited; her breath was rapid as she looked back at the anxious young woman who wanted her so much.

"Julie", Susan said as she stood and walked back to the bed. "We can't, really we can't."

Julie pouted and then became mad. "Why do you keep kissing me and exciting me so much if we can't?"

Julie couldn't believe she said that aloud. She was excited from kissing a woman; she had to be a lesbian, that's the only explanation she could come up with in her mind.

Susan was at a loss for words, she wanted Julie but she couldn't bring herself to deceive Laura. Susan sat down on the edge of the bed and began to wonder why she had been doing these things to Julie.

As they sat there contemplating what to do next Laura walked into the doorway with a big smile and open arms to greet Susan. Susan got up off the bed and hugged her host. 

Laura noticed both women looked very guilty and very aroused. "Is something going on?" she asked looking back and forth between the two of them, after letting Susan free from her hug.

They both blushed as they looked down at the floor feeling very guilty. Susan finally confessed, Laura, I have to tell you I'm enamored with Julie. Laura was a bit stunned when she heard that and saw Julie begin to tear up.

Laura sat on the edge of the bed looking at them both with a stunned expression on her face.

"Susan, she's my baby." Laura exclaimed.

"I know Laura, it was just chemistry, she reminded me of you so much I was naturally attracted, and can you blame me?" Susan sat down next to Laura her hand on Laura's thigh.

Julie looked at them, on the verge of crying. Laura glanced back at both of them and shook her head.

"Well we're going to have to have a very long talk about this, I had no idea Julie had any interest in women at all. It was not my intention asking you out here to become involved with my daughter." Laura sternly looked at Susan.

Susan had a surprised look on her face when she retorted, "I didn't come here for that either Laura, you should know that." 

Laura apologized, "I'm sorry Susan this has me a bit frazzled." 

Susan looked at Laura and placed her arm around her shoulders, and softly kissed her temple. They looked into each other's eyes and knew it was not anyone's fault; it was just something that happened. Laura could forgive them both; she knew some attractions just happen. Julie was Laura's baby and Susan had shared some very deep and intimate secrets with Laura during their talks. 

"Mom, I never thought about it before until Susan accidentally touched me. I could feel something like an electric shock and then a warm and delicious feeling down to my tummy." She blushed as she confessed, refocusing the two women.

"Julie, I know we really haven't talked much about sex, but one of the reasons I asked Susan here was for she and I to get together." Laura stated as Susan snuggled closer to her.

Julie looked at her mother with a curious stare, and then it dawned on her. Her mother was bi-sexual or was she a lesbian? She's married and has children and lesbians don't do that, do they? She felt so stupid for not noticing it before. There weren't any clues, it's not as if she hit on all of Julie's friends or went out to bars and brought home women or anything that was obvious to her. Although, her mom did have friends that just happened to be leaving as she got home from high school a few years back. They did look like they had just gotten out of the shower, now that she thought about it. That was odd then but now it makes sense, they were making love those afternoons. Julie gasped at the realization of her mother's sexuality.

Laura looked at her and realized she was finally thinking seriously about it. She went over and knelt before her daughter. 

"Julie, I'm bisexual sweetie. I love your father and would never leave him, baby. I hope you understand that." Laura confessed to Julie.

"Sweetie, I've read that some studies have determined that it's partially genetic, and since you've never really had a boyfriend I asked Susan to, well sort of talk to you." Laura was blushing now not knowing how Julie would react. "Although I think the talk got a bit carried away." As she turned her head toward Susan, she saw she was very ashamed.

Susan got up and moved toward Julie, she placed her hands on Laura's shoulder massaging them as she looked at Julie. Laura stood and walked behind Julie; her hands massaging the young woman's shoulders as Susan took Laura's position between Julie's legs kneeling in front of her. 

Julie, who was still in shock after hearing her mother confess just sat, thinking about what had taken place,. They waited for Julie to react but she didn't. She sat there thinking of all the times she had touched or held another girl as a friend and the wonderful feelings in her tummy occurred. 

Her mom may have been right doing what she did; Julie's picture of herself was becoming a bit clearer. 

However, the real shock was yet to come, as her mother massaged her shoulders and Susan massaged her legs her mother made a suggestion. "Julie, I know this may sound weird but, if you want to find out for sure I think I might have a way."

Julie turned her head and looked up at her mother with a quizzical stare. Susan was arousing her again; unintentionally but Susan enjoyed the feel of Julie's legs and she thought it might help calm her. She was slowly running her fingers up and down her bare thighs not quite tickling her but stimulating her just the same. Julie stammered a bit, "How mom?"

Laura had a hard time releasing the words from her mouth, "Well, if you want to be alone with Susan, I don't mind. I think Susan wouldn't mind at all either." Susan nodded and smiled at Laura. "I am here for us, Laura please don't forget that." Susan reassured her. 

"I haven't Susan, but I think right now I need to think about Julie and how she can discover herself if she wants to. You're safe and I know you would be gentle with her." Laura continued massaging Julie's shoulders, "If you're ok with this also, Julie". Laura's voice became relaxing and assuring as she continued to think of a remedy to their situation. 

Julie was becoming very aroused; Susan noticed and leaned in to kiss her. 

Laura smiled, "So I guess that's an ok?" 

Susan and Julie said nothing as they kissed, not really hearing anything Laura said.

She excused herself from the room closing the door behind her. The two women didn't notice she left as their lips met and their eyes closed. 

All they heard was the door closing as Laura shut it. 

Susan's kiss was as delicious to Julie as it had been earlier, even more now that she knew it was ok to respond. 

Susan broke their kiss reluctantly and then asked Julie if she really wanted to go through with this. Julie clearly embarrassed, nodded her head. Susan leaned in and kissed her again, this time slipping her hands underneath the young woman's t-shirt. She cupped Julie's breasts; tracing their outline around her bra as she pressed herself harder into Julie. Julie's heart rate increased as she parted Susan's lips with her tongue.

Susan, encouraged by Julie's response moved her hands down Julie's stomach and took hold of the bottom of her shirt. She slowly worked Julie's top up exposing her bra, Julie broke their kiss and leaned back a bit, raising her arms over her head. Susan rolled her shirt up in her fingers as she lifted the material off Julie and laid it on the floor. Julie reached around her back and un-hooked her bra, with a soft blush she stretched her arms out and let it slide down her.

Susan smiled as she watched Julie expose her breasts; her nipples were hard as she slipped the bra off her arms and onto the crumpled t-shirt.

"You have very lovely breasts Julie." Susan softly whispered as she reached up and un-clasped her own bra, working the straps down off her shoulders and dropping it onto the floor next to them. Julie blushed as she gazed at Susan's bare breasts and her large areolas and rock hard nipples. She unconscientiously licked her lips in anticipation of having them in her mouth.

Susan leaned back in and placed her lips on Julie's once again, this time their bare breasts pressed together; Susan's covering Julie's and melting over hers. Julie sighed and relaxed as they kissed, enjoying the feel of her skin against Susan's. She raised her hands and wrapped her arms around Susan holding her tighter as they explored each other's mouths with their tongues. 

After sometime they parted lips and Susan stood up, Julie playfully growled and snapped at Susan's nipple as her breasts passed close to her face. Susan giggled and responded, "Hold on kitten, dinner time is soon enough." She took Julie by the hand and led her to the bed. Susan smiled and kissed Julie softy on her cheek and then turned down the covers and crawled between the sheets.

She lay on her side and beckoned the young woman to join her. Julie grinned as she leaned down and slipped in to join Susan. They continued kissing and exploring each other with their hands as their passion grew. Julie wondered why she hadn't done anything like this before. Maybe her mother was right; she was bi or even a lesbian and didn't know it. She never really thought a lot about sex, but this seemed so right, touching and feeling so warm next to this woman. 

Susan's heart was racing, this young woman felt so delicious in her arms. The sweet taste of her lips, the scent of her body. She couldn't get enough of her, and if Julie was this way, she wondered how wonderful Laura would be.

Susan slowly separated their lips and began kissing Julie's neck, the young woman giggled and delighted in Susan's playful nibbling. Julie squirmed as Susan worked her way down her body stopping to suckle and tease her sensitive nipples. 

"I thought it was my dinner time." Julie said as she arched her back loving the wonderful feel of Susan's mouth over her breasts. 

"You'll get your turn kitten," Susan mumbled while switching breasts. She continued concentrating on Julie's firm perk breasts, tugging her nipples gently with her teeth, and taking her whole areola in her mouth and releasing it.

Susan delighted in seeing Julie so aroused and enjoying her touch, she kissed and licked as Julie sighed and moaned with each different way Susan touched her.

Susan's tongue began making circles around Julie's breasts. Kissing and licking in ever widening patterns. She grazed across her tummy and slurped up her belly button which made Julie laugh aloud, complaining that it tickled. Susan smiled and did it a couple more times just to torment her. 

Then Susan got serious, she moved her body down between Julie's firm thighs and used herself to spread her legs. She looked up at Julie to be sure she was alright, Julie bit her lower lip waiting in anticipation, she was already very aroused as Susan gently brushed the insides of her thighs with the backs of her fingernails. Julie closed her eyes and sighed as she waited for Susan to finish the pleasurable task she'd started. Susan bent down, her legs folded beneath her and kissed Julies thighs. Julie's head sank deeper into the pillow as her back arched and a new wave of delight shot through her.

Looking up, Susan asked her young lover in a whispered voice, "Julie, do you want this?" All Julie could do was nod her head and utter, "uh huh". Susan looked back down, grasped Julie's panties by the waistband, and worked them down her hips. Julie rose up a bit to allow Susan to remove them. Susan took them down to her knees and then leaned back so they could slip off Julie's legs. She dropped them and guided Julie's legs back apart and around her. 

Susan sat there for a few seconds and contemplated what she was about to do. She saw and felt Julie enjoying her touch as much if not more than as she enjoyed pleasuring her. It did seem strange to her though Julie's mother gave her blessing to this, no jealously, no hint of any problem with Susan making love to Julie. Laura trusted Susan and she wanted Julie to discover herself and this seemed like the logical way for that to occur. Lovingly and with someone gentle who cared for Julie almost as if she were her mother. Maybe Laura was listening outside the door, living vicariously through Susan. Susan had no clue and would have to have a very long talk with Laura when this was over. Regardless, Susan was enjoying herself and Julie was enjoying her.

Susan leaned in while caressing Julie's thighs, her fingers had been barely touching them, teasing Julie. She pressed her hands firmly onto Julie's legs, spreading them further apart, and opened her mouth to let her tongue slide between Julie's swollen lips. Julie shuddered as Susan parted her and placed her warm wet tongue against the walls of her vagina. She arched her back and moaned deeply as the tingle shot through her body, giving her a sensation she had only felt when she has masturbated. This time though it felt much better, more intense than her fingers. It was that delicious feeling all over her body as she placed her feet on the bed and lifted herself to meet Susan's face.

Susan responded by placing her hands under Julie's rear and cupping her cheeks with her thumbs so close to Julie's anus. She moved her thumbs in circular motions, teasing but not touching that sensitive area. Julie was in heaven, her breathing was rapid and her body was tensing up ready to peak at the climax of pleasure. Susan felt Julie's body getting ready to spasm as she licked and sucked at her hardened and exposed clitoris. The little shaft was red and swollen, poking out and screaming how much it was enjoying the moment.

Susan continued to lick and suck as Julie squirmed and moaned with delight. The young woman had never felt herself this close to such intensity. It was such a glorious feeling, one she would have to have again many more times. 

Susan was almost as aroused as Julie was, her attention to Julie became more focused and she worked her tongue in Julie's sweet reservoir of delicious juices. Susan's cheeks were soaked from Julie's obvious joy and Susan delighted in the feel of the warm sticky liquid on her face. Susan paused as Julie's body began to shake; she rolled uncontrollably as Susan sat back. Biting her lip, Julie gasped trying to say something but no words came out. She just growled and hissed, with the only audible words coming forth, Susan could understand were, "Yes, yes, yes."

Susan watched as Julie tucked herself into a fetal position and climaxed several times. They both slowly caught their breath as she shook with ecstasy. Susan slowly moved back up and slid next to her, gently touching, wishing to hold her close. Julie rolled over looking into Susan's face and smiled. Susan wrapped her arm around her lover's shoulder bringing their faces closer together. She softly kissed the sweet flushed face of Julie who had just discovered what her mother and Susan had known for a very long time. There was something special about making love to another woman.

Julie could smell herself on Susan's cheeks; she saw the glisten of her juices as Susan smiled at her. It wasn't disgusting, as she had thought it might be. It was sweet and she enjoyed kissing it off Susan's face.

Julie smiled back at Susan and closed her eyes as the older woman kissed her face and cuddled next to her. They held each other for some time kissing and cuddling before they heard a knock on the door. 

Susan pulled the sheets back up over them and called out, "Come in."

Laura walked in slowly; peeking around the door to make sure everything was all right. The two women lay there smiling in each other's arms as she spoke, "Well, I guess things went ok?" Susan and Julie looked at each other and giggled. 

Susan looked at Laura and with a sly smile, "We're not done talking yet Laura."

Laura blushed, as she turned and closed the door behind her leaving the lovers alone.

Susan looked down at Julie and asked with a wry grin, "Weren't you hungry kitten?"

Julie's eyes widened as she kissed Susan playfully on the lips. She cupped Susan's face in her hands and kissed her repeatedly, giggling and smiling as she did. She worked her way down Susan's neck to her breasts kissing softly along the way, teasing Susan. She positioned herself on top of Susan as she inched her way to the two breasts that had teased her earlier.




The Awakening



The older woman spread her legs allowing her young love to slip in between them. Julie's body felt so good against Susan's skin, she arched her back and let her breasts rub against Susan's breasts while she watched her lover's reaction to her exploring. She enjoyed the feel of her breasts against Susan's and kept circling her firm slim body; teasing Susan with each pass. Her breasts would tickle Susan's as she passed over them each time, making sure their nipples met. She finally settled against Susan's tummy as she began to nurse. Susan brushed Julie's lovely long hair out of her way and softly caressed her cheeks as Julie, like a young kitten joyfully suckling at her mother's teat.

Susan encouraged her kitten; telling her how wonderful her lips and mouth felt on her breasts. She delighted that she had found this wonderful young woman and she had lit a spark within her. She moaned with delight as Julie's tummy moved back and forth over her neatly trimmed pubic area. Julie felt Susan's body react to her stimulation and she continued doing what now felt very natural and wonderful to her. The slow rubbing combined with Julie's nursing took Susan down that wonderful road to sexual bliss.

Julie decided it was time to go a bit further. She gave Susan's breasts one final tug and kissed her way south to pleasure her lover just as she had been.

Susan smiled as Julie inched her way further down her body. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of Susan's panties and worked them down over her hips. Susan lifted up helping her young lover accomplish her goal. The panties flew across the room and both women's eyes widened as they giggled at the act.

Susan moaned with delight, grinning as she realized Julie was going to please her with her tongue. She spread her legs wider allowing Julie access to her warm and very aroused vagina. Julie was a bit hesitant as she placed her face between Susan's legs. Looking up she looked to Susan for reassurance and guidance. 

Susan looked down at her and said, "Its ok if you don't want to kitten, I'm happy just as I am."

Julie looking a bit embarrassed, "I want to, really Susan. I'm just afraid I may do something wrong."

Susan giggled, "My sweet kitten if you do I'll let you know. Just do what you want to, it's ok."

Julie smiled sheepishly as she leaned in and kissed Susan's thighs working up her courage to place her mouth and tongue on Susan's lips. After softly kissing and teasing Susan's thighs and tummy for a few minutes, she softly placed her tongue against Susan's swollen labia and moved it up and along its edges. Susan moaned with delight at the soft touch of Julie's first touch. Julie smiled at Susan's reaction, gaining confidence that she was doing it right, she became braver and slipped her tongue between the folds.

Susan twisted and turned her body, feeling the wonderful sensation rushing to her swollen lips as Julie excited her more. The young woman explored this new territory eagerly and with Susan's direction and encouragement found Susan's "G" spot. Susan bent her knees and arched her back, sliding down the bed slightly as Julie focused on that one delicious spot that turned Susan into jelly. 

"Julie, that's it." Susan growled between twitches and moans.

Julie didn't say a thing as she kept licking and playing inside Susan's warm wet vagina. Her cheeks were becoming just as wet with delicious juices as Susan's had become with her. She delighted knowing that she was doing it right with help from Susan.

Susan started to buckle as Julie kept exciting her spot, the young woman kept trying to lick but Susan gently and firmly asked her to stop. Susan lay there and felt the waves of pleasure engulf her. Julie smiled and watched as Susan closed her eyes and let the feeling ring throughout her body. Susan lifted her arms motioning for the young women to join her within them. Julie complied and happily fell into her lovers arms. 

"Kitten, tell me you've never done that before." Susan playfully whispered as she brushed the hair back from Julie's face.

Julie unaware of Susan's tease just said, "No, I've never I swear."

Susan smiled as she kissed Julie's cheeks tenderly, "Kitten you're a natural, I haven't felt that good in a very long time."

Julie was pleased with herself, she smiled as she lay there enjoying the soft kisses on her face and the warm wonderful feeling of Susan lying close to her. They stayed that way kissing and cuddling until they both drifted off to sleep. They dreamed of each other and what a wonderful week this was going to be.

Laura looked in on them one more time, seeing how lovely they looked sleeping together. She didn't have the heart to wake them to tell them dinner was ready. She closed the door and let the two lovers dream their sweet dreams. Talk could wait as well as dinner.



The Awakening



Winter was almost upon them, the evenings were coming earlier and with them they brought the cool South Westerly off the water. It was still early, about five, she guessed, and it was already getting dark. Heavy grey clouds hung off to the west and the sound of distant thunder rumbled in the distance, so deep that she felt it in her chest. Rain was on the way, she could smell it, rain together with newly opened roses drifted in from the garden below where she stood on the open porch.

The log cabin was built high up in the hills above Cape Town, far from the hustle and bustle of city life and the stresses that it brings. A friend had insisted that she spend the weekend relaxing with him at his cabin, he had long been trying to persuade her to come up to the hideaway but she had always made excuses why she could not. Now, looking at the beautiful view, she was sorry that she had not taken him up on the offer sooner. It was a strange relationship, one that had developed over time without either of them giving it much thought. She was uncertain if he had intentions of taking their friendship further and she was afraid of how she would feel if he tried. Whatever his intentions, she needed the break and was grateful for the opportunity to take advantage of this beautiful seclusion.

The wind was picking up; she stood with her legs pressed tightly together as the wind rippled her thin skirt around her thighs. Shivers ran down her back and the sensation caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand erect. She folded her arms tightly across her ample breasts and she felt her nipples harden as the thrill of the winds cool fingers caressed her dark skin. Her long jet-black hair, which cascaded down over her shoulders and ended almost at the fold of her buttocks, was teased gently by the pull of the breeze and she closed her eyes and drank in all the different sensations, which assaulted her senses. Then, suddenly, much closer now, the sound of the approaching storm as thunder crashed way out in the valley. Again she felt the vibration, the force of the dormant giant, deep between her breasts and her nipples became even harder still, to a point where they became like two erect coals inside her thin cotton button up shirt. Ooh, what an incredible thrill, she thought.

Looking out towards the approaching clouds she saw what must have been hundreds of birds taking flight in a direction away from the storm. Below the clouds her view of the valley became blurred and she realised that there was rain falling earthwards obscuring her view. She hoped her friend would be safe driving up from Cape Town. He was running late and had given her the cabin keys and told her to make herself comfortable he would not be long, she hoped he would be all right. She had no sooner thought about him than she heard the sound of his BMW pulling into the drive on the other side of the house. Feeling a strange wave of relief she turned away from the spectacular scene over the valley, walked inside, closed the double cottage pane doors behind her and hurried to meet him. For some unexplained reason she was feeling excited, her heart was racing as she anticipated his arrival. These were all strange feelings for her, perhaps it was the cabin, and it was having an unusual effect on her.

Her first glimpse of him as she walked out onto the driveway was him bent forward retrieving something from inside the car. His long slim legs, as always, in a fine dark suit pants, but that was not what caught her eye. For the first time she noticed the shape of his well defined, firm ass. It had never occurred to her that there was a well-groomed, sculptured man shape under the suits that he always wore. She found herself staring at his upturned ass for what seemed like ages.

Straightening up he stood head and shoulders above her. Dark, well-styled hair framed an above hansom face, which smiled down at her when he saw her standing behind him. His piercing green eyes lit up and his smile broadened as he stepped forward, placing his bag on the floor at her feet he opened his arms and gave her an unexpected greeting hug. It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket, the action and the resulting sensation took her completely by surprise. It felt to her like a suit of armour had been draped around her, safe, strong, unyielding. His hug pressed her large breasts against his broad chest and she felt the warmth of his body seep through her thin shirt, hot against her still sensitive nipples. She was quite sure he could feel them poking into his chest they were so hard. She was uncertain how to react to this gesture of affection and gingerly placed her open palms on his back where she felt thick ropes of muscle ripple under her fingers. After a second or two he released her and stood back, welcoming her to his humble home in the hills. "Yeah, right, humble my ass, the place is beautiful" she thought to herself as he picked up his bag and led the way to the door before stepping aside to allow her first entrance.

Again in the distance the sleeping giant announced his imminent arrival with a deep rolling rumble of thunder that caused the windows to rattle in their frames and the fine hairs on her arms to stand up in anticipation and excitement. Through the large glass doors leading onto the porch where she had been standing she could see the trees in the valley whipping and contorting in the wind, a kind of macabre dance announcing the arrival of the dark thunder king.

Behind her she heard him walk through to the master bedroom, she had already done a sneak tour of the house while she was alone and knew what his room looked like, typical man furniture, huge bed, beautiful thick wood with Chinese Futon bedding, beautiful. His footsteps approached down the passage, again the smile as he saw her, he asked if she would like something to drink. A glass of wine would be nice and he busied himself opening cupboards, she stood staring out at the approaching storm. She smelled him first, strong, masculine. He came up behind her, reaching around her to pass her a glass of chilled white wine. Perhaps unintentionally he brushed against her as he handed her the glass, his leg touching her ass as she stood looking out of the window. The unexpected contact was electric, warm; she did not know how to react. Without thinking she pressed back softly against his leg with her firm cheek. He froze; it was as if it was just as unexpected for him as it was for her. Neither one moved, she choked a "Thank you" and waited for him to make the next move. Disappointed she felt him remove his leg from it's position against her round buttock. She sighed, where were these feelings coming from? They had been colleges for years, why this sudden sexual attraction, she was confused, perhaps a little scared.

By now the storm was fast approaching the cabin. She felt safe and warm, after the awkward incident when his leg touched her bum all had resumed back to their normal free conversation, comfortable in each other's company. The skies became darker and darker. The wind howled through the trees and the thatched roof whistled as the gusts swooped down from the boiling clouds. Again and again the thunder beat out its deep rhythm. The storm was now close enough that long streaks of lightening flashed across the sky, announcing the loud claps of thunder that followed. He made dinner while she sat watching him from her perch on the kitchen counter where he had placed her earlier, lifting her up onto the table top with ease, his firm grip on her waist causing her heart to beat faster for a second or two.

Al the while the storm came closer, the rain began as hue drops crashing against the windows, driven by the howling wind. At times it seemed that the rain was determined to get inside the cabin. The wine was good, her cheeks began to get warm but she was enjoying the company, it all seemed to fit, how had she not seen it? This tall, dark, good looking man was cooking her dinner, hanging on to every word she said, made her giggle like a schoolgirl, and she was happy. Without thinking about it he walked over to where she sat, the ladle he needed was in the drawer behind her dangling legs. He tapped on her thigh as a signal that he needed her to move her legs and she instinctively bent her knees and lifted her bare feet up onto the counter. What she had forgotten was that the skirt she was wearing was a bit to short for her to complete the manoeuvre without him seeing all the way up her thighs to where her skimpy white panties covered her pussy. His eyes came to rest between her legs; the thin material covering her pussy did nothing to hide the perfect shape of her clean-shaven lips, the deep cleft between them clearly visible. She could see the direction of his gaze and she wasn't sure if it was the wine but she did not care that he had a clear view of her undies. In fact she realised that it was actually arousing her. This gorgeous man was staring directly up her skirt at her open pussy and she did not mind, her breathing became fast and shallow and she felt her nipples once more harden against the fabric of her bra. 

Retrieving the ladle from the drawer he turned away from her, she felt disappointed. Did he not feel the arousal that she felt? There were a few seconds of uneasy silence, broken only by the thrashing of the rain against the windows. She kept her feet up on the counter, her breathing quick, her heart beating. She had never felt this before, this searing arousal; the painful swelling of her nipples was now clearly visible to him through her shirt, their dark outline stark against the white of her shirt. He turned and looked directly at her, his eyes fell to the twin dark circles with their double hard points. She watched him as his gaze dropped once again to the secret place between her lifted thighs. She felt a warm glow in her belly, slowly it radiated downwards, her outer pussy lips were swollen and her clit, she could feel was fully erect. She knew that her tight entrance had allowed a stream of slippery, warm pussy juice to escape past her opening and out between her small inner lips, she could feel the slippery heat as a wet patch began to appear on her panties, right over the hidden entrance to her covered vagina.

She had a secret that she told no one; she had never had a man inside her before. Her hymen was intact and never had she had the pleasure of being entered by a throbbing penis. Talking of penises, looking down the front of his pants she saw that a huge bulge had developed where she knew his cock to be. She had never before intentionally allowed a man to see her pussy, for some reason it felt right to allow him to stare between her legs, she slowly parted her thighs in order for him to get a better view of her mound. He said nothing, his eyes fixed on the space that she was now exposing further for him to see. Her arousal was increasing, the flow of sticky juices from within her was increasing and her panties were becoming ever wetter. 

Suddenly he moved toward her, his arms around her, his mouth on hers. She opened her mouth to his probing tongue and shivered at the thrill of the slippery heat as his tongue slid gently into her mouth, he tasted musky, very pleasant. The feeling of his tongue on hers was having a strange effect on her. She was losing her awareness of what was going on around her, closing her eyes she felt only the softness of his lips on hers, the urgent probing of his tongue and his protective arms around her. With a bit of a struggle, her legs were caught between their entwined bodies, she managed to unfold her legs and lower then over the edge of the counter, at the same time she spread her thighs and pulled him in between them, thrusting his pelvis between her legs.

Small bursts of light exploded behind her eyelids as the combined sensations of his kiss and the thrust of his bulging pants into her crotch assaulted her senses. She could feel the shape and hard resistance of his erection against the soft petals of her aroused pussy. The slightest movement sent waves of pleasure along her clitoris, which was pressed hard against his cock. He moved his hands from behind her, never for an instant breaking the kiss. He closed his large hands around her firm breasts, gently squeezing, feeling their firm resistance, his fingers finding the burning tips, gently teasing them through the fabric of her shirt.

The decision was made in an instant and now she was almost frantic. She reached in between their entwined bodies; gripping her shirt on either side of the front she tore all of the buttons loose, opening the front. She pushed his hands aside and shrugged off the remains of the shirt, reaching behind her she unclasped her bra and it joined her shirt on the floor. Fumbling, she found his hands again and placed them forcefully on her breasts, palms down pressing them against her aching nipples, his hands at last against her naked flesh. The combination of his hot hands directly on her sensitive nipples and his tongue caressing hers was enough... she felt her inner pussy contract as a most wonderful feeling came over her and she began to orgasm.

He felt her cumming and held her tightly, gently massaging her breasts as he moved his mouth from hers. She gasped as wave after wave of pure pleasure rocketed through her pussy, her entrance opening and closing with each contraction of her inner muscles. Then she felt it for the first time, a flood of wetness escaping from deep inside her pussy, out between her lips and drenching her panties. She had heard of women that could ejaculate but it had never happened to her before. The squirting juices continued flowing from her, she held onto him tightly, whimpering, this was all so new but oooh so nice. 

Slowly the orgasm subsided and she relaxed in his arms. Standing back from her he lifted her easily and carried her into the lounge. Gently he laid her down on the thick white rug in front of the huge stone fireplace. Without looking at her he stood and began to build a huge fire. She watched him as he worked. She felt no shame for what had just happened, she was shaking and her pussy was cramping slightly, it felt good. When the fire was lit and burning brightly, he went out of the room, returning a moment later with a large fluffy blanket in his arms. He laid the blanket on the rig next to her, turned and walked to the doors that led out onto the stoep. Suddenly she was aware that it was still raining, the wind had died down slightly but the lightning was flashing constantly and the thunder was still booming in the distance. He returned to where she lay on the rug. Standing above her he removed his shirt, his torso shone in the firelight, defined muscles rippled as he undid his belt and allowed his pants to fall to the floor. His briefs outlined the shape of his erection, thick and very long with a very defined head. Now she was suddenly afraid, that thing was huge; she had no experience with men. She had seen her brothers naked and when she was younger she had once wanked a guy off in the movies until he shot his load all over her hand. How on earth was that going to fit into her tight little opening?

He kneeled down beside her and she watched as he removed her skirt, and she lifted her ass off the rug as he gently took off her soaked panties. She was now completely naked for him to see and he looked down at her smooth slit, she knew that the tip of her clit was visible between her lips; she had often studied it in the mirror. He smiled again, turned to her and before she knew it his mouth was on hers again. Again that soft, warm, slippery contact of her tongue on his, his hand searching for and finding her breast, teasing again. Her pussy was immediately on fire again; she parted her thighs and felt the warmth from the fire on the exposed lips of her vagina, the beginnings of a fresh trickle of pussy juice escaping from deep inside her.

As they kissed she reached down and found the large bulge in his undies. She gently rubbed along the length of his shaft through the soft cotton briefs and he moaned in her mouth. She slipped her hand under the band of his briefs and her fingers found the tip of his swollen cock, she explored the head with her soft touch, tracing the ridge and circling the small, sensitive hole on the crown. Never before had she ever imagined herself handling a man's erection in this way and now it excited her. She found herself spreading her legs as far apart as she could and she felt her outer lips part to expose the soft inner folds of her inner vagina, and tucked away between them lay the wet opening to her virgin pussy.

Without thinking she took hold of his hand on her breast and guided it downwards, between her wide spread legs and closed his palm over her mound. They both moaned with pleasure as his fingers found the slippery firmness of her open lips and slight pressure caused them to open further allowing the tip of his fingers access into her secret place. He gently explored the length of her slit hesitating when he discovered the open mouth of her vagina. Tracing around the edge of the opening she felt him place his finger in the centre of the soft inner entrance. The slightest pressure causing his finger to begin its slow entry into her vulva. Her hand was now massaging the full length of his penis; she could feel slippery pre-cum on the head of his cock as she manipulated the hard shaft.

She squirmed with pleasure as his finger entered her pussy, she could feel her inner walls giving way to the invading finger and her hot juices flowed past his finger as it filled the entrance. His mouth left hers and he stared down at her face, watching her expression as her finger worked magic inside her, slipping deeper as it became more and more lubricated by her juices. He whispered to her to lift her knees, which she did, opening her inner passage to the pressure of his fingertip. She felt the cheeks of her ass part as she lifted her knees, her little pink anus warmed by the heat from the fire. It seemed that every inch of her body was hyper sensitive; she felt every changing sensation, her heart beating a rhythm, which she had never felt before.

Hesitating for just a second but not removing his finger from its firmly held position inside her pussy, he shifted position and moving downwards placed his head between her wide spread elevated thighs. His view of her pussy was complete; her lips were parted, exposing her inner slit with the opening to her vulva holding tightly onto his finger. Then he placed his warm, wet mouth over her stiff clitoris, it was wonderful, sharp pulses of pleasure ripped through her vagina causing the inner walls to contract on his finger. She took hold of his head and held him while his mouth massaged her pussy from the tip of her clit to the soft space just above where his finger entered her.

By moving his finger he touched something inside her which made her head spin, he was teasing the inside of her pussy and sucking on her clit at the same time and it was driving her wild. She could feel her approaching orgasm and the flood which would accompany it and she tried in vane to lift his head off of her mound to prevent the inevitable explosion. He resisted her and continued manipulating her vagina. Ooooh Nooo.... She cried as the first wave hit her and she felt his finger gripped very tightly by her convulsing entrance. No matter how tight the grip, there was no way the flood of spurting juices could be held back and a stream of sticky cum streamed from her pussy as she gave in to her fierce orgasm and released a flood of female cum. It seemed ages before the throbbing twitches subsided and her thighs were able to relax their grip of his head, slowly she recovered from the mind blowing experience, recovering....

He sat up and looked at her, smiling, his chin and cheeks wet from her juices. She smiled back and pulled him up between her open thighs until her erect nipples were pressed firmly against his hard chest, her thighs wrapped around his ass and they kissed deeply. Her parted thighs allowed his large erection to now seat itself comfortably along the length of her open pussy. The feeling was so erotic for her and she carefully moved her hips back and forth, rubbing his thick shaft between her swollen lips. Her slippery, wet lips massaged his pole from beneath the head to under his large balls. Without much effort he moved his hips back, repositioning his cock against her pussy until she felt the large head rest against her wet opening. He began to press forward and she felt her entrance began to stretch to accommodate his erection. She wondered if she would be able to take this monster inside her, it was strange but not uncomfortable to feel anything this large inside her pussy. He continued entering her, the combination or her recent orgasm and the hardness of his cock made his penetration easy, her slippery fluids allowing a tight, flowing entry into her. She felt a resistance to his progress as his cock came up against her hymen, she so wanted it to be him who broke her virginity and penetrated her for the first time. She looked up at him, smiling, and nodded ever so slightly. He smiled back and in one fluid thrust pushed his rod through the last barrier into her willing vagina. She felt a slight pain and then a wonderful filling sensation as he dove his cock up into her, pressing against her inner walls for the first time, penetrating deep within her.




The Awakening



Slowly he continued entering her until she felt the warm touch of his balls against her open ass. Then he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of her, a steady rhythm, a rhythm which she immediately felt was going to bring her to orgasm very quickly, he watched her face as he thrust the full length of his shaft again and again into the depths of her womanhood. It was not long before she saw his expression change and she was sure his cock was getting thicker as he got closer to orgasm.

She knew the signs, she was cumming and this was her first with a cock up inside her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered "I'm cumming", them she let go all control. She felt him drive his cock deep inside her his balls tight against her convulsing anus. She felt his first jet of semen shoot into her spewing pussy and she felt her first jet of cum spray out past his thick rod and the warm sensation as it ran down her upturned ass. After that she lost track of time, waves of pleasure shot through her as he released stream after stream of thick semen into her, in return her pussy drenched the two of them as her juices escaped uncontrollably from inside her. 

Time was lost, it took a long while for them to stop jerking and convulsing. She felt his cock slowly retract from inside her, popping out from her, followed by a stream of his semen mixed with her love juice. They lay quietly together, eventually falling asleep. A long weekend lay ahead, she was now armed with a pussy, which had developed an insatiable hunger for cock, and it was going to be interesting............



The Awakening



A red rose that I picked last night, on the way home, is under my side of the bed. The room is very warm...hmm, we must have left the heater on full.

Good.

I move my arm from under your sleeping body. Sleeping soundly on your back..... star shaped.... spread all across the bed - no wonder there is little room for me this morning.

A smile crosses my lips.

I carefully lift the covers from you.... not a movement. Again, good, as this suits me.

With just a peek of light coming into the room, I gaze at your fully splayed and beautiful body. Reaching under the bed, I withdraw the rose, thornless, small and just bud breaking, with 3 leaves. Rising above you, I place it between your breasts. They only just rise and fall, as you are in such a sound sleep.

Moving to the end of the bed, I see my Holy Grail. With warm hands, I place them on the uppermost of your warm inner thighs 

Bending close, I draw in the sweet perfume that emanates from your sleeping pussy. My wet tongue extends to lightly run over the lips. Up and along I go, lucky that your legs are spread so wide. Once, twice, three times. Still no movement from you. I carefully place my tongue on your hooded clit... hold it there, moistening it. Only just, I move it rotating around in a very small circle, wetting it all.

Back down I go to glide over the lips some more. This time, a little firmer pressure and they fill and blossom for me. A few more strokes and the tip of my tongue starts to slide between them. The scent is stronger now, your juices starting to meet mine. I feel myself getting hard - how could I not! 

Placing my mouth back over your clit, I slowly, but firmly, coax the little head out for play. It wants to. It joins my tongue for a delightful frolic.

Amazingly, the only movement from you is a slight hip shift. I look upwards across your fine belly... I can see the rose rising and falling a little more now. 

Leaving the clit, my attentions return to our fanny. Long sweeps along it, bring the lips to more life, and it is getting wetter as we go. Opening as if a rose, the lips magically part to welcome their second best friend. Sweet tasting fluid seeps into my mouth, covers my lips and nose, and runs along my chin. 

Minutes pass as we kiss lip to lip, and wet sounds start as we share our liquids. I hope that you will stay sleeping. A thumb goes to rest above, on a forlorn and lonely clit. I start it massaging the raised bud, but just gently. Deeper my tongue drives in, or maybe it is sucked in? My face is now soaked and breathing is difficult. You are so wide and open now, your breathing is audible, and you are getting hot. Hot legs, hot belly, hot fanny. A steaming fanny. A burning clit. The heat radiates in the warm room and I feel hot as well. And I feel hard. Hard and hot. Hard and hot and horny. Needing to release, I ignore my desire and continue. Your pleasure is what matters now. 

My tongue now drives in and out, a small cock, but with it is the added advantage of lips and a mouth to drink and suck those lips in. Pull them into large plump curves of soft flesh. My thumb has not slackened and is working the now steel bolt-like clit. 

Two more minutes. I am not sure who will outlast who. My senses are overcome with smells, textures, fluids, heat and of course, love.

Never before has your fanny opened up so much. It is drawing me in, sucking back, not willing to loose the battle. 

Then, I feel movement. a slight shudder. I continue. More shudder, again. Then a tightening of my face, my tongue clamped, sucked far inside and with great pressure. Juices stream all over my face, running everywhere. Your tense body quivers and shakes. 

I feel a warmth on my stomach. I have come too, without realising it.

I look upwards, the rose is still in place, but your breasts are firm, red, and the nipples reach for the stars. Beads of sweat glisten on the breasts, your belly, and who knows about your legs, they are just soaked. 

I have stopped the working, and now concentrate on drinking. Drinking all I can. Drinking our liquid love. Blending ourselves together. Consuming the sweetest wine of all, our love juices, that sustain our minds and bodies. 

Gently, I withdraw and regain my position on the small unoccupied part of the bed.

You have not woken. Good. When you do, uncovered, spread, and exposed, you will feel exhausted but refreshed, satisfied but horny, and hopefully, loved. 

You are loved, more than you can imagine.

xxx



The Awakening



The rough carpet scratches my knees as I patiently wait, hands clasped delicately in my naked lap. There is a slight chill in the air, which does nothing to set my senses at bay. Like a lover's hand, it caresses my spine and raises the hair on the nape of my neck. I dare not shiver; somehow, I intuitively know it would displease Him.

"Ah, little one, I see you have no problems following orders. Excellent. Now keep your eyes closed, and don't move a muscle until I say otherwise. There's a good girl!"

His hand idly fondles me, repositioning and correcting my posture to suit his desires. As he spreads my knees even further part I almost gasp but manage to simply inhale deeply through my nose. The cool air hits my exposed pussy lips like the sting of ice water on hot flesh. My cunt twitches, the juice that had been gathering dries almost instantly, but instead of diminishing sensations, it only calls further attention to that area.

He chuckles at my reaction, and I hear his footsteps as he draws away. For a moment everything is quiet, almost serene. I smell a hint of vanilla and orange blossom wafting in the air, and feel every fiber of carpet against my knees. I get the feeling he's testing me, evaluating my desire to please him. I stay still, tits pressed firmly forward, pussy exposed, and try not to let the embarrassment show.

I hear him shuffling things about; a box is opened, and a tinkling metal sound, then nothing. I wait in the silence that seems to drag endlessly. Finally, he speaks.

"Since you've never been trained, I'm going to be lenient with you. In time, your body will react only when I allow it. You will learn to regulate its responses and needs like a proper slut should. For now, you've performed very well. Have you done what I had asked?"

"Y-yes Sir" I respond shyly, again embarrassment threatens to spill over.

"Good. I wasn't sure if a slut like you could restrain herself from masturbating for a week. What a shame, I was half looking forward to punishing you, girl! Ah well, as long as you realize that cumming is a privilege, a reward I will grant you while in my presence."

I hear the smile in his voice, and wonder what I've gotten myself into.

" You may open your eyes now, but keep them lowered. You are never to look me in the eyes unless instructed otherwise.

I stare at his boots, my heart pounding, while I try to guess what will happen next.

"Stand up, girl. Legs spread, arms behind your back, yes perfect!"

He circles me slowly, running his hands over me, assessing me like one does a prized racehorse. He gives a running commentary as he does this.

"Nice tits, if not a bit small. Firm ass, smooth stomach, lovely legs and very flexible - that will come in handy.... horrible nails, we'll have to do something about that..."

It makes me feel like an animal, being examined and prodded like this. He's completely candid, calling attention to my flaws as well as my assets. Nothing is sacred from his wandering hands, and I find myself washed over by a wave of vulnerability. I feel my cheeks turning crimson as he pulls my pussy lips apart, and stares openly at it. No one has ever seen me, not like this! I gulp, and wish he'd move on. I shift my weight ever so slightly from one leg to another.

"What's the matter girl? I didn't peg you for the shy type. This makes this even more fun for me pet, and the best is yet to come!"

This being said, he roughly grabs my shoulders and turns me around. He yanks my collar downward, forcing me to bend at the waist, hands on the floor and ass in the air. I stand there, awkwardly waiting, sure he's going to slap my ass or stick a finger deep inside my quivering pussy.

But he doesn't. I hear him leave, and my imagination runs wild with what he could possibly be planning. Part of me is a ball of nerves, yet it is dwarfed by my curiosity and the burning between my legs.

Wait a second, oh no.... I know that feeling!

Just in time he returns, a basket in his hand. I don't know what else to do, so I whimper.

"What's the matter pet; tell me, you may speak"

"I have to pee" I shamefully blurt it out, and begin to straighten up.

"No! Hold it slut, you can go when we're done."

My eyes widen at this unexpected demand. I clench my pussy, swallow hard, and pray to god I won't have an accident. His warm hands grab onto my ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing as I moan softly. It feels good, but it also doesn't help the pressure on my bladder. Suddenly, warm oil is poured all over my ass. It drips between my cheeks, sliding over my puckered asshole, and onto my trembling pussy lips. As he massages it into my skin, my nerves tingle and dance with the delicious sensations.

"This thing that we do, girl, is a fine tuned balancing act. Between light and dark, pleasure and pain, giving and taking. It is harmonious symbiosis at its finest. You submit to me, and I acknowledge that gift with a gift of my own. I teach you and protect you, treasure you, pleasure you, correct you. You are mine, bound to me. But I am just as much yours. Your master, bound to you"

His hand reaches down, pausing momentarily on my rosebud, giving it only a per functionary graze before grabbing my engorged snatch. His oily fingers spread over my lips, tugging them gently outwards, letting them slide between his fingers. He palms my mound and taps my clit lightly, sending electric jolts through my body. The urge to pee only grows with every touch, but it adds to my growing excitement. I let a soft sigh escape me, reveling in his attention.

" Ah good, it's nice and wet now. I can even smell your arousal slut." His voice is husky, obviously enjoying what is unfolding before him.

He crouches behind me, and I feel something cold and hard being pushed slowing inside of me. It fills me up, stretching me, and .... Oh god it's vibrating! Mmm, that feels good; I've never used a vibrator before! 

"Keep it there slut, don't let it fall out!" He stands up and I hear him begin to disrobe. 

The unmistakable sound of him jacking off, combined with the vibrator buried in my cunt drives me wild! My clit is throbbing and I just want to frig myself into a frenzy. Somehow, I manage to stay still and keep that thing inside me until he grunts and sprays hot cum all over my lower back.

"I'm done with you pet, for now. Go get cleaned up and so on, but leave the vibrator in. I'll that that out myself shortly, and you'll lick it clean like a good slut"

As I leave the room, I see him put my pillow on the floor. This is the last night I have to sleep on the floor, so he's told me. My initiation to this very different world is nearly complete.



The Awakening



If she had to blame it on anyone, it would be the drywall guy. One moment she was sailing along threw her somewhat placid and predictable life, relatively content with herself and everyone else, giving and getting no more or less than she felt was deserved. 

The next moment she's face to face with her own sexuality. Forced to stay home while the drywall guy plastered the new addition, she quickly ran out of things to do. Sitting there with the gray tarp between them, listening to him breath as he applied the plaster, she found herself imagining what he'd be like. She could just see him throwing her over the back of the couch and taking her from behind. He would say things too, like "take it bitch." And he would make her touch herself. 

Her pussy throbbed with need and although she was so turned on she could barely stand it, she knew she wouldn't fuck the drywall guy. Instead she waited in anticipation and when Garey came home she fairly attacked him, fucking him with an abandon she hadn't felt in years.

What's wrong with me? She wondered the next morning. Barely awake Garey had flipped her over and pounded out his usual morning ritual. Today though, instead of appeasing her and starting her day out right, she felt out of sorts and restless. She lay in bed, her hands sneaking under the covers to tease her nipples. She wanted.....something. 

Her hands drifted down to her shaved pussy. Yes, that would satisfy the urge for now, but would it feed the need? She didn't think so. She closed her eyes and just let her mind wander as her fingers dipped slowly into her wetness. She tried to imagine Garey using his talented tongue on her. She imagined how hot it made her when she sucked him. Good memories, but they weren't doing the trick. Feeling naughty, she called up an image of the drywall guy, hot and sweaty and naked. Almost, but not quite, 

Frustrated, she got up, threw on an oversized shirt and wandered to the kitchen for coffee. 

"Hi Mom!" Her daughter's voice almost sent her through the roof.

"What? The hell?" Her startled gaze took in her daughter and another girl seated at her table sipping cups of coffee.

Kelly laughed. "Did you forget I was coming this weekend? Remember, it's Debbie's birthday?"

Sara nodded and hugged her daughter. "Of course I remembered. You just startled me that's all. I wasn't expecting you so early." Thank goodness I remembered to put a shirt on, she thought.

"Mom, this is Rachel. She didn't have anything else to do this weekend so I invited her to come hang out by the pool while I visit with Debbie. You don't mind, do you?"

Kelly was always adopting someone as a pet project so Sara wasn't at all surprised. She was however, absolutely astounded by her reaction to Kelly's new friend. Suddenly she was sixteen again with a crush on the cutest boy in school. Only this was a girl. A young woman. With long, lush brown hair and gypsy brown eyes. Sara turned away quickly, fumbling for a coffee cup. She took her time pouring and stirring, hoping to regain some composure. 

When she turned again the girls were already headed up the stairs. Her gaze lingered on the snug jeans of her daughter's new friend. She spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between sneaking looks at Rachel as she lay by the pool and calling herself a pervert while she wondered what was happening to her. Yes, she could admit to herself that she had always secretly found the female body to be alluring. She wasn't above checking out a nicely built woman and enjoying the view. But she had never even considered touching another woman.

And yet, here she was the crotch of her jeans damp, her hand pressed tightly against her vulva as she watched. Her breath caught in her throat when Rachel sat up, looked around, and then pulled her top off. Suddenly all she could think of was holding those beautiful mounds in her hands and burying her face in between them. She almost moaned aloud as her mind filled with images of Rachel's nipples hard against her tongue. 

What was wrong with her?

A trip to the store did little to change her train of thought. Driving down the road, purposely thinking of nothing, an image of Rachel spread wide on her bed flooded through her consciousness. At the store, she found herself fondling the bananas while she imagined sliding it in and out of the young girl's pussy. On the ride home she stopped at the liquor store. A nice glass of wine and a long soak in the hot tub was just what she needed.

The wine made her horny and she positioned herself so that the jets hit her just right. Her mind filled with images of Rachel. It couldn't hurt to imagine, could it. It wasn't like she'd ever do anything about it. She reached down and slid a finger over her swollen clit. In her mind she saw herself bury her face in the younger woman's lap. She imagined breathing deeply of the musky scent and slowly pushing her legs open. She imaged Rachel would be wet, ready, begging her to lick her. Her own pussy was getting very slick as she pictured Rachel writhing in anticipation, her dark eyes begging silently. 

What would it be like to kiss her? Sara wondered, fingers starting to quicken. What would it be like to slip her tongue between those perfect red lips and touch tongue to tongue? What would she do if Sara were to walk right up to her and kiss her? Would she pull back and slap her? Or would she melt into Sara's arms and press those delicious tits against her own? Sara moaned lightly and slid her other hand down to fill her aching hole. She ground her clit against the other hand as she pictured holding Rachel by her long hair while she devoured her mouth and pulled at her nipple. 

Sara muffled a scream as she came. Feeling suddenly exposed, she quickly left the hot tub and headed for her room. There was a naughty, guilty feeling nagging her. You didn't do anything wrong, she told herself. It's only wrong when you do something.

Rachel was in the kitchen, head in the refrigerator and barely clad backside in clear view. Sara's breath stopped. 

Rachel turned and smiled. "Hi! I saw you out in the hot tub. I was going to come join you but you looked like you wanted to be alone." Sara couldn't tell if her smile was sly or just plain sexy.

"You can use the hot tub any time you'd like." Sara mumbled as she slid by that delectable rear end. She then stood at the counter and pretended to be pouring wine while casting side long glances at her daughter's friend. 

"Aren't you bored hanging out waiting for Kelly to get home?" She asked.

Rachel smiled at her and twisted the cap off a bottle of beer. "Not really. I know how important Kelly's friends are to her. I'm just thankful to have a nice place to stay for a few days." She stepped closer to Sara and touched her arm. "Really, thank you Mrs. Smith."

Sara smiled, hoping she didn't look like a lunatic. "Not a problem dear." She patted Rachel's hand. Her pussy was throbbing, her nipples hard as little rocks, and she worried that she might be panting. She'd never been more turned on. "You're a pleasure to have around."

A real pleasure, Sara thought later as she climbed the steps to her room. Garey had called to tell her he wouldn't be making it in until sometime tomorrow and Kelly had just called to tell her she wouldn't be back until late and would she please let Rachel know and apologize?

Sara was just about to knock when she caught a glimpse of Rachel in the mirror. The girl was laying on the bed, naked and frantically fingering herself. Sara was frozen in place as her eyes devoured the image in the mirror. Rachel was just as beautiful as she had imagined her breasts high and full and only the tiniest patch of hair on her pussy. Her fingers were slick with her juices and Sara licked her lips as she imagined sucking it off. Seconds later she was in her room, hands crammed between her legs, screaming into the pillows when she came.

The Next Day

Sara woke the next morning feeling guilty and sore. Sometime during the night she had awakened from the most arousing dream and ended up pounding her cunt mercilessly with her dildo. And again in the wee hours of the morning she had used her hands and fingers to bring herself to orgasm. Each time it was with thoughts and visions of Rachel naked and begging to be eaten.

She felt cranky and frustrated as she headed for her morning coffee. And it certainly didn't help when she rounded the corner and found Rachel sitting at the table clad in a short t-shirt and panties. Sara couldn't help noticing her lack of a bra or the way the nipples strained against the fabric. She couldn't tear hey eyes away when Rachel bent into the fridge, the cotton of her panties stretching over her tight little ass.

She looked back quickly and caught Sara looking. Sara's breath caught in her throat as she tried to imagine what to say. Rachel didn't say anything though except to ask her where she kept the coffee so that she could make more.

And she didn't move as Sara reached above her to take the canister out of the cupboard. Sara could barely breath as she gazed into those deep brown eyes. Here it comes, she thought. She's going to kiss me.

Just then the front door slammed open and Kelly announced that she was home. Sara backed quickly away from Rachel and busied herself with making coffee. Whew! That was close! I almost kissed her! Her legs were shaking and her body was literally strumming with need.

All morning amidst Kelly's chatter and the ins and outs of various friends, Sara would look up and catch Rachel watching her. Her breath would catch and the muscles in her pussy would clench. What was wrong with her? Surely she couldn't be considering making love with this woman? 

By evening the house had cleared out and Sara had the deck to herself. She thought that Rachel had gone with the others and was sitting there chiding herself for imagining that the young woman could want her, a woman old enough to be her mother. Besides, she reminded herself, it wasn't as if she would have actually went for it. Half asleep, she started when she heard a splash and felt drops of water hit her. 

Rachel swam slowly back from the other end of the pool her gaze locked with Sara's. Sara could only watch and shiver as the young woman slowly pulled herself out of the pool in front of her. 

"I thought you left with the rest of the kids," she stammered feeling like a pervert as her eyes darted over the wet swimsuit.

Rachel wrung her hair out and stood directly in front of Sara's chair. "I didn't feel like partying tonight." She smiled down at her and held out her hand. "Let's go make drinks."

Sara allowed herself to be propelled into the kitchen. This isn't what you think it is, she told herself. There is no way this girl is coming on to me. 

Rachel chatted and busied herself getting the blender out. In the close proximity of the kitchen the women brushed against each other often. By the time the margaritas were done Sara was nearly out of her mind with lust. How could she not know what she's doing to me? Rachel truly seemed not to notice.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend Rachel," Sara asked. Secretly she hoped to hear that there was one waiting back at school.

Rachel shrugged. "I guess I'm just not that into dating. It seems like such a waste of time. All guys want is to get into your pants anyway."

So do I honey, Sara thought. She could imagine ripping the young woman's bikini bottoms off right now. Instead she laughed and agreed with her. "They don't get any better when they get older either honey."

Rachel nodded. "Men! They don't even know how to kiss anymore. And touching? Forget it. It's all about them." She leaned back on the couch and looked at Sara. "Do you like to kiss Sara?" 

Sara felt like she'd been hit with a bomb. A lust bomb. She stared at Rachel, unable to speak. Her eyes raked over the other girls full lips. "Um, yeah, I like to kiss." She couldn't take her eyes off those lips.

"I bet you kiss good." Rachel giggled and Sara could tell she was getting drunk.

"Okay you. I think you've had a margarita too many. Let's get you to bed before you pass out."

Rachel allowed herself to be pulled from the couch. Sara felt another stab of lust as the girl stumbled and pressed her breasts against her. She held her until she steadied and then helped her upstairs. Once in the bedroom she fell onto the bed and giggled again. "I think you might be right about the margaritas." 

Sara attempted to pull her around so that she could pull the covers up. "No, wait," Rachel said as she sat up. She pulled her t-shirt over her head. "I can't sleep with clothes on." She explained. She lay back and started to push her panties down. "Hey Sara, help me with these."

Sara's hands were trembling uncontrollably. She reached down and grabbed the edges of the panties. Her nose caught the faintly musky scent of the younger woman's pussy and she couldn't tear her gaze away from the sparse patch of silken pubic hair. Oh how she wanted to bury her nose in there, to taste it.

With a start she realized that Rachel was staring at her. She hastily finished sliding the panties down and reached for the covers. "There you go, dear. Now you can get some sleep."

"I still want to kiss you Sara." Rachel said. "Will you let me?"

Sara stared at her. Should she? The girl was drunk, probably wouldn't remember in the morning. There was nothing wrong with a little kiss, was there? A good night kiss. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled down at Rachel. 

And suddenly she was being kissed in the most intimate fashion she had ever experienced. Rachel was holding her with one hand buried in her hair and the other cupping her cheek. Her tongue probed until Sara opened her mouth and her breath stopped as it slipped softly inside. Rachel's tongue explored her mouth while the hand holding her cheek dropped to mold itself to Sara's breast. The touch was electric and Sara found herself pressing into it. Rachel moaned lowly and rubbed her palm across the nipple.

The kiss intensified and suddenly Sara found herself laying on the bed with Rachel pressed tightly against her. She tried to stop but when she reached her hands out to push the other woman away her hands encountered Rachel's breast. It fit perfectly into her palm with the nipple tucked between her thumb and first finger. Instinctively she squeezed and Rachel moaned again.

"Rachel," Sara tore her lips away. "We have to stop this." She pressed herself upward trying to dislodge the other woman. Instead her chest brushed against her naked nipples causing them both to groan.

"I know you want me Sara," Rachel breathed against her mouth. Her hand slid down and cupped her pussy threw her bikini bottoms. "I've seen you watching me. I got tired of waiting for you to make the first move." Her tongue reached out to caress Sara's mouth while the pressure on her mound increased. "Let's make love baby." Rachel whispered. "Let me make you feel good."

The lust inside of Sara exploded and she savagely wrapped her arms around the girl and crushed her into the bed. Heart racing she rained kisses along Rachel's neck and shoulders. Her hands kneading the firm breasts and suddenly she had to taste them. Rachel moaned with pleasure as her mouth closed over the distended nipple. Sara devoured it, lips and teeth and tongue everywhere at once. After what seemed like hours, she moved to the other one and finally let her fingers drift toward that patch of silken hair. She groaned around the nipple in her mouth when she felt the slickness and she slid a finger slowly back and forth across the lips.

Rachel lifted her hips of the bed and moaned loudly. She tried to push Sara back and take control again but Sara was having none of it. This was her one chance, a once in a life time thing, and she wasn't about to let someone else dictate. She pushed the young woman back against the pillows and captured her mouth again while she plunged two fingers into her sopping hole. Rachel moaned and lifted her hips again. "Oh baby, that feels so good." She groaned as Sara brought her fingers up and rubbed them over her lips. She pushed them in her mouth and then dipped her head to share in the flavor. She had never tasted another woman's juices. The flavor was intoxicating and she knew she had to have more. She maneuvered herself between Rachel's legs and stopped to enjoy the view. Rachel lay spread before her, body undulating slowly. Her pussy was wet, slick with excitement. Sara bent and filled her nostrils with the musky aroma before sliding her tongue along the length of her lips. 

"Oh yes," Rachel moaned as she reached down to grab Sara's head. "Lick me baby."

Sara bent forward again and this time on her second pass she pushed her tongue threw to the inner folds. She used her thumbs to spread the lips wide and found Rachel's clit. Her tongue seemed to know just what to do as she clamped her lips around the swollen little button. Rachel moaned and shoved her pussy against her mouth. Sara pressed her tongue tightly against the pulsating clit and slid two fingers into the dripping hole. She fucked slowly with her hand, enjoying the feel of the younger woman's tight pussy. Her tongue roamed everywhere, she just couldn't get enough of that salty sweetness.

Rachel was pulling at her nipples, tossing her head back and forth on the pillows. "Oh yes..." she breathed. "That feels so good. You're going to make me cum."

Sara pushed her fingers in faster and faster. Her tongue played over Rachel's clit as she sucked it into her mouth. Rachel pumped against her hand and dug her fingers in Sara's hair. She was getting close, body thrashing, pussy clenching. Sara fucked her with her fingers, harder and harder, her mouth clamped over the throbbing clit.

Rachel screamed when she came and wrapped her long legs around Sara's head. Sara stuck her tongue in as far as it would go and started swirling it in and out. She lapped up as much of the sweet nectar as she could. Finally, Rachel pushed her away and she fell back with a gasp. 

Rachel leaned over her, eyes shining. She kissed her, tongue savoring the taste of her own juices, hand traveling slowly southward. Sara raised her hips as Rachel's fingers found her wet pussy. 

They spent the night in each other's arms. Sara just couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of the younger woman's pussy. She finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning and awoke to the delicious sensation of Rachel's tongue sliding along her neck. She rolled over with a smile and pulled her new lover into her arms.

The End

©Kathaleen Waugh



The Awakening



Dementian called his sons to the meeting room. He asked them to have a seat. The two sets of twins, Sebastian and Raphael, golden hair long and flowing, golden eyes, and golden hard bodies, entered the room first, sitting in their seats, respectively. Next, enter Lucian and Vlad, the other set of twins with long raven black hair and eyes as dark as the midnight sky, light skinned, their bodies hard, muscularly defined, they, too, sat in their seats. All four men were staring at their father. 

"Boys, you have sisters, Misha and Samantha, they have awakened and are on their way now to the castle, as we speak." Dementian looked pleased with himself. "One sister has hair of gold and one has red hair, not sure how that happened but she does and the fire to match her hair, be careful of that one boys." Dementian's laughter carried throughout the castle.

The limo arrived and the men waited, impatiently, for their sisters to enter. Samantha entered first. She had golden hair and was tall and beautiful. Her eyes were amber and she was delicate. The 4 brothers smiled to each other. Then Misha entered and all eyes were on her. Her hair, red, long, curly, flowing down her back, ending just above the best behind the brothers had ever seen. Then Misha looked into each of her brothers eyes, stopping in front of Vlad, she smiled and gave him a wink. Her eyes emerald, her face the most beautiful, her lips full, and wanting. 

Vlad couldn't help but smile and he couldn't help the desire welling within him. "Yes", he thought to himself, "this one will bring the heavens down and hell will burn forever, as will I if I cannot put these flames out." Vlad stopped his thoughts. Where were they coming from? After all, both are fledglings, unaware of what will be expected of them. They are condemned souls, demons, vampires, witches, werewolves, but what was Misha. Vlad had to find out. Vlad himself, a vampire, alone and longing, Lucian, Vlad's twin, a werewolf, he had a lifelong partner, Lucidia, also a were and a sister to all of them, she was away on business. Sebastian and Raphael, fallen angels, none had partners, they were too busy fornicating mortal women and the men alike to care, however, Vlad saw the way Sebastian looked at Samantha, but then he saw how all of them looked at Misha. Vlad being the oldest could lay claim to her if that ever came about. He liked that she winked at him, she didn't do that with the others, and he took notice.

A few days had passed and both girls were settling into their roles. Samantha went off with Sebastian and Raphael that left Misha alone in the castle with her "new" family. This new family was interesting to say the least. Misha met her "mom" Aradia, she was Dementian's consort. Of course Aradia and Dementian weren't her real parents but she was assigned to them in the Underworld. A world Misha was finding to be a lonely one. Sure, she liked her abilities she had awakened to but she wanted more. She was a lost soul searching, or did she have a soul, she didn't know. She wasn't told what she was, unlike Samantha, Samantha was a fallen angel.

Misha went to the garden outside. Demonlike statues, rosebushes everywhere and purple Irises, she smiled at herself, she knew the name of these Irises, Dracula's Heart. She knew Vlad's name was Dracula, she knew all about him. She was drawn to him as a small child and when she came face to face with him, his closeness stirred something so deep within her. As the thoughts of him whirled through her mind, Vlad had entered the garden.

"Hello Misha." Vlad smiled. His eyes warmed her throughout and she smiled back.

"Well hello my dear brother, didn't expect you up so early." She blushed as she looked at him.

Vlad loved the way she looked at him and wanted to kiss those very red lips. 

"I can manage during the day, my dear, although I'm not at my strongest."

Misha got closer to Vlad, she held out her hand to him, he held it so delicately and kissed it. She wanted to melt but kept her composure. She curtsied. 

Vlad liked this all too well. He bowed and then managed to sit on the bench that was near, asking Misha to accompany him. She sat with him. They talked for what seemed like hours. He answered her questions and then all of a sudden Vlad kissed her, longing, passionately, his tongue parted her lips and eased its way inside her mouth to dance with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and didn't dare break away from that which stirred her womanhood.

Vlad broke off the kiss and looked into Misha's eyes. He knew quite well what she was, a seductress. He smiled to himself as he kissed her again. Her emerald eyes were flaming and he thought at that instant her hair was a fireball. Vlad's fangs protruding, growing within their kiss, he wanted all of her, but to his surprise, Misha pulled away for hers too were protruding. She, a vampire like him, could it be. She looked at him. 

"Vlad, I've never had that happen before. What do I do?" Her eyes beckoning him, her hunger feeding her passion, she wanted Vlad the way he wanted her. 

"My Misha, I want you this way." He whispered as he sank his teeth into her milky white neck, her vein pulsing with excitement, he tasted her, he drowned in her life-force. "Now it is your turn, my love."

His neck exposed to her. She saw his vein, she felt his flushed skin, and it was on fire. She sank her teeth into his neck and drank. Vlad felt more alive then he ever did as Misha drank from him. Finally, he could share this with someone, someone he loved. 

Misha loved the way Vlad tasted and wanted more but knew that to drain him would not be wise. They would feed together, love, sleep, do all things couples do. He was hers and she was his, for all eternity.

To be continued...



The Awakening



Mel had lead a very sheltered childhood living in the country. Her mother was a very dominant and controlling woman, the powerful force behind the successful family business. Her father wasn't a big presence in her life, always working hard and bowing down to mother's demands. Constantly enduring her criticism over the years had made him weak and submissive, like a broken man. 

Mel had been home schooled but at 18 her mother decided she needed to go to university and complete a degree in small business management so she could eventually take over the running of the business. A business she hated but didn't have the strength to stand up to her mother and speak her mind. So off to the city she went, totally unprepared for the ways of the real world. 

At first she was lonely but within weeks she had become good friends with a dominant student in her mid 20's called Bianca. She reminded Mel so much of her mother that she soon slipped into her comfort zone of being controlled. 

About a month into the friendship Bianca had arranged for them to see a band at the local tavern. Mel started to protest weakly, explaining she'd never done anything like that before and mother didn't approve of her drinking alcohol but Bianca wouldn't take no for an answer. Mel humbly agreed to the plans, not being able to stand up for herself.

As they entered the crowded smoke filled room Mel looked around in amazement, the room was full of women, not a male in sight. Bianca dragged her over to a table where their were two butch looking women already seated and within minutes there was a large mug of beer sitting in front of her and Bianca was urging her to take a drink. 

After the first beer the alcohol glow had settled her nerves somewhat and she happily joined in the conversation as the next round was served. The women seemed to be quite nice but a little over friendly and touchy feely, after the third drink Mel didn't mind at all, just happy to have made more friends. 

The all-girl band started to perform as the beer took hold of her, making her feel liberated and free like never before. They all danced and sang to the music, it was the best night of her life so far. By the time last drinks were called she was very intoxicated but really didn't give a damn. 

As they left the tavern the cool night air made Mel a little dizzy and light-headed so Bianca locked Mel's hand in hers as they made their way back to the dorm, straight to Bianca's room. 

Once inside Bianca turned to Mel and started kissing her, slowly at first then more passionately, driving her tongue into the depths of her mouth. Mel knew this wasn't quite right but was powerless to stop her. She let Bianca remove her clothes and push her gently to the bed without question. She spread Mel's legs wide apart and her mouth went straight to Mel's virgin pussy where she started to lick on and around her clit giving Mel incredible sensations like she'd never felt before. 

Her juice started to flow; Bianca lapped it up, savouring every drop, plunging her tongue deep into Mel's womanly hole. As Mel's body screamed out for release she started to grind her hips into Bianca's face, driven by raw, natural instincts, craving to be penetrated but Bianca held her legs down firmly, working on her clit with her practised tongue, bringing Mel to her first mind-blowing climax. Through all the confusion of what had just happened Mel was thinking she was in heaven.

Over the next few weeks Bianca taught Mel how to eat pussy like a professional and she soon slipped into a submissive role to her dominant friend. By the time her four year degree had been completed she had convinced herself she was a lesbian. 

Bianca talked her into going into business with her instead of returning home to her parents. Mel knew her mother would totally disapprove of her sexuality so she allowed Bianca to organize her life. This is the way she continued on, typecast into being submissive first by her mother, then her girlfriend.

Around her 30th birthday she slowly started to change her way of thinking, after years of being controlled she was getting fed up with it. Although the feminine touch of her partner was very erotic she longed to feel a penis inside her, to feel the strength and masculinity of a man penetrating her inner depths. 

She seriously started to question her sexuality when at least once a week she'd orgasm in her sleep dreaming about a muscular man with a nice hard cock performing various sexual acts on her unclaimed body, leaving a wet patch on her sheet.

As the urge grew stronger Mel started up a secret yahoo 360 page, the first thing she'd ever done behind Bianca's back in which she posted multiple pics of cocks and blogged about how she loved to play with 2 or 3 cocks at a time. In the back of her mind she knew she wasn't really a true lesbian, maybe bi-sexual but she needed to try out just one cock to really know and put her mind at ease.

Over the months she became flirty with a male friend on her page who reminded her of the man in her dreams. As it turned out he lived less than 100km from her home. He cheekily suggested they meet half way for a dirty weekend. Now was her opportunity to finally sample what the male race had to offer so she quickly agreed, hoping not to sound like too much of a cock hungry slut. 

Nervously she knocked on the door of the hotel room where they had arranged to meet. Slowly the door open and there standing before her was the man similar to the one in her dream, naked apart from a towel, his cock already stiff and protruding out under the material. She was thinking to herself "if only he knew this was my first time and just how nervous I am". 

He gently tugged her into the room and without hesitation his strong body pulled her into his arms as their mouths started to explore each other. She could feel his hard shaft pushing into her leg and couldn't contain herself any longer. Her hand crept under the towel as she firmly grabbed his hard manhood, amazed by its size. 

She started running her hand up and down his shaft and firmly cupping his balls, savouring the unfamiliar feeling as she explored him with her touch. He let out a groan, as the towel dropped to the floor her eyes dropped too to capture the sight of his swollen member, a small drop of pre-cum was glistening on the tip of his thick 7inch cock.

Swiftly undressing her, she could see he was amazed by the amount of juice that had soaked into her panties, commenting on what a horny, cock-loving bitch she was as he brought them up to his face giving them a big lick, tasting her juice from the fabric. Using his masculine strength, he manoeuvred her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as his head lowered to taste her juice directly from the source. 

It felt so different to Mel being licked by a man. Bianca's feminine touch knew all the right places where-as this bigger, rougher tongue seemed like it was feasting on her pussy like a meal; it wasn't bad, just different. She was keen to feel his cock inside her to see what all the fuss was about and to finally make a decision on her sexuality. 

As though sensing this, he looked up from between her legs and asked if she was ready for some hard core fucking " Oh yes" she muttered in encouragement, to which he replied "I didn't think I could really satisfy your appetite for cock so I brought along a couple of friends to give you the fucking you want, I knew you wouldn't mind" he added with a grin, thinking she would be impressed. He didn't see the look of panic enter her eyes as his tongue was again buried deep in her hole, eager to drink her juice as it flowed.

Two big, hairy, naked guys walked out of the bathroom and made their way over to her. There cocks hard and ready for action. Before she knew it a cock was pushed firmly into her face, giving her no choice but to open up and take it. The hard flesh felt alien as it forced it's way into her mouth, she started to suck and she heard him moan, letting her know he was enjoying it immensely. 

She could feel hard flesh pushing into her virgin love hole as another mans cock persisted in trying to give her the fucking he thought she desired. She was so tight it was hurting as he fed himself into her inch by inch, almost splitting her in two. With her mouth crammed full of cock she couldn't protest at all and was forced to keep up the pretence. 

Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore length she felt his hairy ball bag slap up against her butt and realized he was wedged deep inside her, he withdrew slightly; easing some of the pressure then plunged into her again, speeding up with every stroke until he was furiously pounding into her pussy like a man possessed.

To try and take her mind off the pain she concentrated on the cock in her mouth, savouring the feel of his fleshy pole on her lips, tracing the outline of his swollen nob with her tongue while licking and tasting the pre-cum that was seeping out. As her pussy stretched to take the other cock the pain slowly subsided being replaced with a pleasurable feeling of fulfilment.

She felt a body plonk down on the bed beside her and out of the corner of her eye saw the third man stroking his cock as he enjoyed the show, patiently awaiting his turn. Both the men working on her body were groaning as their pleasure increased almost to its peak. 

Mel's orgasm was slowly building up as she finally relaxed and let the cocks please her. She was slightly disappointed when the cock in her pussy was removed and surprised to feel warm, sticky cum spray over her tits. This was enough to set the cock in her mouth off and he pumped his seed into her with such force it hit her in the back of her throat making her gag as she swallowed it down.

The man beside her was anxious for some action so he pulled her body on top of his. His cock found its mark and plunged into her pussy which had loosened up slightly by the fucking she'd already received. Now the two others had been taken care of she decided to ride his pole and savour the feeling of his large member wedged deep inside her. He reached up and smeared the other guys cum all over her tits as she rode him high, making her lick his fingers clean. 

She was determined to finally reach her peak with a man inside her so she quickened her pace, riding him fast and furious. The other two guys who were watching close-by presumed she was hungry for more cock and they stiffened up with the thought of servicing her again. 

The man that had fucked her previously kneeled on the bed beside her, gently grabbing her hair, he forced her mouth onto his cock. Having two cocks to play with again sent incredible sensations racing through her body. 

She felt something wet getting applied to her arse, lubricant she presumed, and a finger slowly worked its way in, stretching her rim, preparing to make it another fuck hole. She was so sexually excited by being full of cock she didn't mind at all, the finger felt good, taking her to new heights. 

The finger was removed and she felt the third guy's penis push slowly into her butt. The pain was intense but offset slightly by the pleasure of the cock in her pussy as he worked his way in to the hilt.

With three cocks filling all her womanly holes she was going crazy with moans of passion. As her climax approached the guys were pumping their cocks into her hard and fast, not even the cock in her mouth could muffle the screams as she burst into the most incredible earth shattering orgasm which seemed to last forever. This excited the guys so much it triggered them to shoot their cum into her simultaneously, filling her up with their seed, taking her over the edge into another mind-blowing climax.

They lay on the bed together for a while, totally exhausted until they had recovered some-what from their incredible sexual experience. The other two guys got dressed, commenting as they left on how much she liked cock. 

She spent the rest of the weekend experimenting with the man from her dream, they seemed to click well emotionally as well as sexually and eventually she told him her true life story explaining everything to him in detail. He was shocked but very understanding and by the end of the weekend they had agreed to keep seeing each other. They eventually moved back to Mel's parent's farm and ran the family business together as equals and lived happily ever after. The end.



The Awakening



Morning. Just like so many others before it. I sat up in bed and blinked a few times, noticing the sun's early rays coming through the break in the curtains.

Yawn.

Another day. Another day of sameness. I looked over at my husband, sound asleep still, and I pondered this day. Then I pondered yesterday, and the day before that. Soon I was remembering those long days of summer when we met. Memories flowed through me, and they triggered a yearning I hadn't felt since the day we met.

Moving to feel my husband, I caress him. He moaned and threw off the blanket. I continued to play and soon I find he has a huge hard on! Yet he's still asleep! I smile and work my way up and over him. Lifting my long black silk night gown, I carefully straddle him, working him gently into me. Slow and easy at first, but I can't resist, and start working him harder! He seems to wander in his dream as I ride faster, I feel him throbbing in me as he builds up to cum. I twist slightly, sending myself exploding as he fills me. 

But this awakes him, and he cries out, "What are you doing woman!" and throws me off of him. I rolled about and sat up.

"Just thought I would start this day out different. You used to like that."

I said, letting my fingers play with his fast shrinking cock.

He got up, shaking some cum off his hand, saying as he left the bedroom to shower,

"The key words there is 'used to'.

I sat flummoxed. My own husband did not wish to make love to me the way we did when we were teenagers? What seemed hours, but really it was only minutes, I seemed to analyze our whole relationship. He had been my only love. He had taken my virginity when I was 16, we married right out of high school, and I had been ever committed to him. Now, 17 years later, I still am even though we barely ever made love, let alone talked or do anything.

I'm not sure what changed in me that moment, but something clicked in my brain , as a trickle of his cum ran out of me. Thoughts flashed through my head as I found my fingers playing, working it about my pussy and wetting my clit. For the first time, I wondered what it would be like to make love to another man. My mind fantasized about it , and soon I found myself gasping as I played with myself, and as my body writhed at the imagined thoughts of other men making love to me, I collapsed on the bed. The water turned off as my husband finished showering, and I feigned sleep as he came back into the room. 

"I'll be flying out to New York for a conference on Wednesday but I should be back Friday." 

he said as he dressed, not really noting if I was listening. I stretched and yawned, and sat up.

"Wednesday is tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me of this sooner?"

He didn't answer as he straightened his tie, but just said,

"My calendar didn't alert me, and I only noticed it when I looked last night. Anyway, you know."

And with that, my husband was off to work. I would have to rise an hour later and ready myself for work, but decided to get up now. I should have been angry about not being told until the day before, but instead my mind kept pondering this new-found fantasy I'd had. It also suggested I would have the perfect chance to act on it. That thought scared me for a moment, and I made it fade as I readied myself for work.

I headed off at my usual time, having paid extra attention to how I looked today. Working at a bank in customer relations, it was required I look nice, and today I went the extra step and tried to make myself look a bit sexier. Instead of the dress slacks I usually wore, I put on a black knee-length skirt. Instead of the new panty hose I had bought last week, I rummaged around in my lingerie drawer for my stockings. I found my silk garter belt too, and I coated my legs in the black, seamed smoothness, and hooked them. Straightening my skirt, I thought of the last time I'd worn them. It had been years ago, when my husband liked me wearing them for him. But this was the first time I would wear out in public. I put a black silk bra on that was a slight bit small, and it pushed my breasts up and in. Pulling on a black silk shift that was clingy, I covered it with a sheer white silk blouse. Technically, I wasn't showing any cleavage. The thicker seams and button cover hid it, but a look to the side, a glimpse could be seen of what pushed up from my shift. I felt sexy, but still looked business conservative enough to appease the dress code. All I needed now was my high heels. I found then in the back of the closet. Fitting them to my feet, I walked about a bit to get used to them, as it had been some time since I'd worn them as well. I then tackled my make-up. I worked just enough. A bit more than my usual minimalist work. It would have to do as the time had gotten away from me and I was running a few minutes behind. It was then I realized I hadn't put any panties on! I un-did my garter and reached into my lingerie drawer, pulling out the first pair of black panties I found. They were plain, bikini-cut single layer silk that were double layered in the crotch. Even though they were split and overlapped, allowing easy access, they were comfortable even if they were made for the bedroom. I never expected to use them for casual wear, but I had not the time to look further. I soon had them on and re-fastened my garter. A quick straighten of the skirt and I was off to work.

Leaving a bit later made a big difference in the traffic, but I made it on time... barely. As soon as I got in the door, the manager said that Sue was sick today, and I would have to work the new accounts desk. The placement of that desk had me work as the de-facto receptionist since it was closest to the door. I didn't mind working new accounts, but it was usually quite slow. I had some reports to write when I had nobody opening accounts, but my mind seemed to be distracted today. Thoughts would turn to tomorrow and Thursday, and what I would do with my husband away. I called a couple of my old friends to see if they wanted to catch up, but they were either not around or had other plans. It was short notice. Maybe I would just go out on my own? It was a thought I guess. I could go across the street after work and sit at the bar. I wasn't sure how it was done as I had never really played, but I could take thing slow there since I was known. We had gone there after work a few times, and so it would not be un-common... actually I hadn't been for some time. So yes it would. I had said no so many times to invites to join them in recent years they had quit asking me. Had my life gotten that sad? I had no idea even how to proceed? I would just want to talk to another man. See if he would be interested. Maybe if I had an after work drink with my co-workers, that would be enough to put this thought to rest. I then pondered that thought of another man making love to me, and I didn't think I would want any of them to do it. Its strange pondering the thought of fucking your co-workers. I then wondered what I would want him to look like...

"Excuse me, is this where I can open an account?"

The easy voice startled me out of my thought, and I pushed my glasses up and smiled.

"Yes you can... I mean..."

I blushed red, but forced to correct my error...

"Yes, it is. Did you have any particular account in mind?"

I looked over the man. He was young, maybe in his early twenties. He was fit, but not overly muscular. Tall but not lanky. His hair was frosted on the tips and was un-combed. He wore a Bob Dylan t shirt and faded jeans. His name was Trevor. He said,

"I came into some money, and I guess I need to save some of it."

I told him of our accounts, and we settled on him getting a checking and savings account, with some in high yield certificates. We talked some, and I excused myself for a moment as I had to get some starter packages. I noted as I got up he was checking out my legs, and though he was somewhat discreet, he watched me walk away. I guess I gave my ass a bit more of a swing, and walking in heels kind of accent that movement anyway, but I could feel eyes on me. I got some from the supply drawer and walked back. Yes, I was noticed! It felt good! I sat back down and rolled my chair to the side, giving him a clear view of my crossed legs. I don't think he was used to seeing women wearing stockings, for a bit of a gleam came over him when he noticed the lacy top of one of them peeking out from under my skirt. I shifted and worked my skirt down, and he looked in my eyes and swallowed slightly. I stood up to hand him his starter package, and he stood up too. I said,

"You'll get your checks in the mail in about a week, but you can use these generics until then."

He looked at them then back at me as I continued talking,

"If you have any questions or need anything more, feel free to call me."

I handed him my card and he looked at it. I walked a couple steps with him towards the door, and he smiled and looked back at me and said as he pushed open the door,

"Thank you! I will!"

As he left, I thought about how I said that and kind of blushed. I wonder how he took that? I guess I will know of he ever calls. Rarely do customers ever call.

~

The rest of the day was uneventful other than I noticed my male co-workers seemed to take a bit longer route around my desk. They seemed to like catching a peek at my legs as well! I would give them a slight flirty smile and they seemed to get off on it. My mannerisms today seemed to surprise them.

I finished up with the paperwork of the new accounts I had processed today, and I noticed the guys discussing something. At closing we were the last people there. One went out and the other waited for me so he could lock up.

"Good night Dawna."

Ben said as turned the key. Mark lingered by the curb, and said afterward,

"Yes, good night. I have to say, and I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries here, but you look rather stunning today!"

"Thank you" 

I said with a smile as I slowly started to walk down the sidewalk. I was feeling strange, as I didn't really talk to them much outside of work. I felt I had to re-assure him that it was ok. I paused and said,

"And don't worry, this woman appreciates a gentlemanly compliment." 

They were looking at the traffic, waiting for a break to jaywalk across the street. My words seemed to take them by surprise. I think they assumed I would be on my way without another word. Mark smiled as Ben darted across the road. Mark had missed the chance and swore to himself. I asked, even though I knew where they were going,

"You going over to the Black Stallion?"

Mark checked traffic and said without looking at me,

"Yeah, its just us two tonight, the others usually don't come over on Tuesday evenings.."

He meant the regular crowd, of which I wasn't. I started to say,

"Do you guys mind if..."

At the same time Mark said,

"Would you like to join..."

We both paused and laughed. Somehow that broke the glass that seemed to stand between us. I walked the few paces back to where he was standing and I could feel him watching my every move. It was then Ben yelled from across the street,

"Will you move it already?"

There was a break in traffic. We both scurried across the street. Of course, I shuffled as I tried to run in heels, and I was fortunate I didn't fall. But as I approached the far curb, I could see Ben standing with his jaw dropped. My quick step made my breasts jiggle a bit and my skirt pulled up enough for the tops of my stockings to be barely noticed. That and the fact I was joining them must have surprised him. Mark smiled and said,

"Dawna is joining us for a drink tonight."

"I see that! I didn't think you drank."

He said kind of surprised. He had worked at the bank three years, and I had never gone out for a drink after work. Mark remembered me going out for one every once in awhile when he started, but that was it. I guess it had bee awhile.

"I do sometimes."

I said with a smile as Mark held open the door for me and Ben held it as he followed. The place had a few patrons. Busy, but not packed. We eyed a couple open tables, one in the middle of the floor and one in the back corner. I saw three bar stools on the near end free up, and I said,

"How about here?"

As I set my purse on the bar. They both smiled, and I slid myself up on the middle one and locked my heels onto the brass rail. Mark sat to my left and Ben took the right one. The bartender was busy mixing a drink, but he acknowledged us with a nod. Ben turned to me and said,

"Well, I guess this is a good time for us to get to know each other better."

I caught his eyes gazing momentarily at my knees, hoping to catch another glimpse of the stocking tops in case my skirt slid up. I folded my hands and leaned to the bar, feeling suddenly self-conscience. I was married after all, ad I was stepping out of my routine. I turned to get off the stool and said,

"I'll be right back... ladies room."

Mark asked as I started to walk away,

"What do you drink?"

It was a good question really. I would usually have some wine with dinners, but other than that, I hadn't really acquired a regular liking to anything. I remembered having screwdrivers before, so that was what I would go with.

"I'll have a Screwdriver"

Mark nodded and I disappeared down the hall. It was quieter there, and I got my cell phone out and called my husband. Four rings and his message header came on. The same one I'd heard every time I called him. He never picked up, but would usually call back in short order. The header finished and the familiar beep sounded.

"Hi hunny its me. Listen, a few co-workers and I are having a quick drink after work before heading home. I'll see you there, and if you want, call me!"

I paused, then ended the call. I put the phone away and headed back to the bar. Ben and Mark were leaning toward each other talking, and Mark saw me and smiled. I smiled back and Ben moved aside so I could get back on the stool. My drink was there waiting, and I sipped it. The din of talk in the place had upped a bit, and I looked around and saw the place had filled. I turned back and sipped my drink again as Mark and Ben continued discussing the baseball game on the TV. I started feeling like I really didn't fit in here, and that it was a bad idea to have come. I should finish my drink and go home. Mark asked me,

"So how is your drink Dawna?"

"Its good. Not too strong... just right."

It was then a horrible thought came to me. I had seen the TV reports and read in the papers how men spike women's drinks. The date-rape drug where the woman gets rummy and passes out and is taken advantage of. I looked at my drink as if I was analyzing it.

"You sure? You been quiet since you came back, and you seem to be looking at your drink awful hard."

Mark said, then Ben asked,

"You get some grief from home?"

I looked at Mark, then to Ben, and saw the concern on their faces. Why was I thinking such horrible thoughts? It was not too long ago at work I was fantasizing what it would be like to make love to either one of them, and even both of them at the same time. I smiled and laughed and picked up my drink and turned the stool around so I could lean against the bar. I looked at Mark, then Ben then sipped my drink before saying,

"No, no grief. I did call my husband and told him I was going out for some drinks with a few co-workers. He'll call if he wants. Cheers guys!"

I hoisted my glass and Mark and Ben clinked my glass, then I drank a couple good swallows. I then said,

"Sorry, my mind wanders sometimes."

"As long as everything is cool. Your husband wouldn't be jealous of you out drinking with two guys would he??

Ben quizzed, 

"No," I said, "He don't know any of my co-workers. He also thinks that only girls work at banks. Look, I don't want to crimp your moods. I know you guys come in here a lot and like to talk, so maybe I should finish up and go."

"No Dawna" Ben said.

"No, stick around!" Mark pleaded. "Maybe its just we don't know you very well, and you don't know us too well." 

I nodded, downed the rest of my drink, and said,

"Ok, you're right. It would be good to get to know each other better. I'll quit being uptight and have some fun."

I set my glass down on the bar and turned and hooked an arm around each ones shoulder and squeezed them both toward me

"Besides, I'm a damn lucky girl to be here sandwiched between two good-looking guys like you too!"

Ben looked at Mark and they both grinned somewhat evilly. The sipped down their drinks and I asked,

"What are you guys having? I got this round."

Mark said as we all turned back to the bar.

"I think its time for a Whisky Puff."

Ben nodded and said,

"Ok, I'll do one if you are."

"What's a Whisky Puff?"

I asked. Mark explained,

It's a small glass with a shot of Whiskey in it, and its topped with 7 Up, and you slam it on the bar and down it while the 7 Up fizzes. It does cause burps, but they are refreshing. Its our salute to having fun, and you said you wanted to have some, so we're saluting."

"Sounds good." 

I said as the bartender came up to us.

"Three Whiskey Puffs please."

I said. Mark added,

"Black Velvet"

He nodded and went to mix them and soon they were in front of us.

"I'll watch you guys so I know what I'm doing."

I said. Ben said,

"Ok, watch."

Their glass hit the bar in unison, and they tipped the foaming glass into their mouth downing them with no trouble, following with a big 'ahhhhh'. I looked at my glass and hoped I could do it. I picked up the glass, took a breath, and let the glass slam down. I immediately brought it up to my mouth as the drink started to foam madly, and I took big swallows. Almost all of it went down but the last remnant shot some bubbles up my nose. Too late I learned not to breathy while doing this, and I snorted then coughed a couple times. I managed not to spill any on me as I blinked my eyes. Pretty damn sweet, but you could feel this! I coughed again and Mark asked,

"You ok? Not bad for a first time really."

I shook my head and said,

"No, not really. I could have done better. Can we do it again? You know, salutes to fun."

Mark and Ben looked at each other and nodded, and motioned to the bartender for another round. Of course being a regular, he pointed up when he rotated his hand, so the bartender added a bit more whiskey and a bit less 7 Up. I barely got it down, but I didn't fizz my nose this time. I was enjoying this! It was fun! My liking to then seemed to worry the guys some, but they kept on with me. We would talk and laugh and have another. It was after the 4th one that I noticed there was considerably less fizz in them. I ordered another, and when they arrived, I dipped my finger in it and tasted it. I smiled and beamed at Ben.

"You guys been upping the dose! I was wondering why I was feeling buzzed!"

Ben looked at Mark and Mark blushed a bit. I slammed the drink and downed it.

"It's the way we do it. I think its time for an ice water."

The bartender had three ice waters right there.

"Aw, we were having fun! But yeah, moderation is a good thing."

I hadn't noticed that my skirt had worked its way up with my moving and turning on the stool that the tops of my stockings and garter snaps were showing. I also noticed then that Mark's hand would come down on my thigh when we laughed. I giggled at the thought of another man whose not my husband touching me, and I reached to remove his hand. But instead, I put my hand on his and caressed it, urging him onward. He then slid his fingers over my stocking and I inhaled deeply. I think I scared him a bit because he quickly pulled his hand away. Ben said,

"Uh, I think your phone is ringing"

The muffled tune of Kashmir could be barely heard in my purse with all the noise in the bar. I fished it out and looked at it. It was my husband. Right there at the bar between Ben and Mark and with all the noise.




The Awakening



"Hello." I answered.

"Dawna, where are you?"

"Didn't you listen to your messages?"

"Yeah, you said you were going out for a quick drink with your co workers before heading home, and that you would see me here, and to call you if I wanted."

"Yeah, that's right."

"That was a couple of hours ago! How many "quick" drinks did you have?"

"Well hunny, I was going to only have one screwdriver, but the mood was down, and we were supposed to be celebrating... you know, to celebrate a promotion. I was done so quickly that they asked me to stay a bit longer, so I did."

"And now you're drunk. Dammit you know I was leaving tomorrow! I could have used your help getting my suits packed."

"You know what David, Fuck you! No wait I already tried that this morning, so go fuck yourself! You don't even want me to FUCK you anymore! So FUCK OFF you FUCKING FUCK!"

Dawna..."

"One time... one time I go and relax and socialize with my friends and you get the shits. What do you want me to do,? Go walk to the car and drive home so I can put your suits in a case? I'm fucking WAY over the limit dammit, but that's ok because I'm with friends! You know what they are David, They are people who actually care and listen and have fun! When did we ever have fun together? My message stand modified. I'm having more quick drinks, its still after work, I'll get a cab home when I'm done, I'll see you there if you ain't left yet, and don't call me 'cause I'm not answering! Its only 8 O'clock and I'll see you when I get home"

"Dawna, you're already drunk! Come home now please?"

I snapped my phone shut and powered it down. And I cried. Both Mark and Ben stood quiet by me through it all, and the bar had momentarily hushed at the woman screaming obscenities into her phone. Bens hand rubbed my back gently and I took Marks hand which held a napkin. I wiped my tears away and sniffled away the rest, and I looked at Mark and said

"I needed to do that for a long time. I must look like a mess."

"No, you're still beautiful."

I chuffed it off and took a sip of my ice water. I missed my mouth a bit and some ran down my chin and on to my blouse, the few drops sticking it transparently to my left breast.

"Like I said, beautiful... very beautiful!"

I blushed and sniffled, then smiled at him.

"You're being very nice to me. I think I need another drink."

Mark looked at the bartender who signaled him with a sight turn of the head that he wouldn't serve me anymore tonight after my tirade at his bar. Mark saved me the embarrassment of being cut off by saying,

"Hey I know a place we can get a drink. It's a bit of a dive, but it friendly and quiet and we can walk there.

Ben settled up the bill and we left together. Maybe he genuinely had to go or he maybe felt like a third wheel, but Ben said after we were out the door,

"Hey guys, I do need to get home. I'll see you two tomorrow. Thanks for spending time with us Dawna."

"Thank you Ben for putting up with me." I said.

"No, thank you for your company. You certainly lightened, and livened up the place tonight. Maybe we'll do it again? He replied.

"Sure." I said, "Tomorrow or Thursday would be good. I won't have any drama baggage."

We said our goodbyes and Mark and I walked slowly as I was navigating the heels. I was going to take them off but Mark stopped me.

"Don't do that, you'll ruin those nice stockings, and I do hope you wear them again."

I blushed and hugged him with my arm. We walked very slow allowing me to keep my heels on. He went on,

"I have to say that I was taken aback when I saw you come into work today. I always knew you were beautiful, but you kept it under wraps. I was surprised to see you let it out some today."

"Thank you for noticing. It does mean a lot" I said softly as we paused for the crosswalk signal. He then added ,

"And I thought you were happily married."

I shrugged, realizing I was holding Mark close. It felt good. I then said,

"Once I was, but I don't know what happened. Somewhere over the years something was lost. I don't know what, where, or when, but what I think we had back in '91 was real, it just faded into the everyday routine. Today I stepped out of that routine and all hell broke loose."

We walked across the street and turned down the block, and Mark pulled open a door to a windowless bar. We stepped into the dimly lit place called Moe's. to the sound of darts hitting boards, pool balls colliding, a couple different TVs putting their audio into the mix, and a low din of the dozen or so patrons talking and laughing. We went to the bar and Mark asked what I would like. My buzz was pretty much gone, but I wanted something strong. 

"Scotch on the rocks and an ice water." I said.

Carl the bartender came down from his conversation about the baseball game that was showing and said,

"What we having Mark?"

"Johnny Walker Black on the rocks and an ice water for the lady, and I'll have a Hoppin' Top IPA."

We settled back in a corner booth out of the way. Mark sipped his beer and I sipped my scotch. We looked at each other silently, occasionally sipping. Finally Mark said,

"You know Dawna, I have to say that earlier, you caressed my hand when I had drunkenly let it feel your stocking. I was sure your hand was coming to remove it, so I was surprised when you didn't. At the time, I wasn't sure about the signal you were sending, but after your phone call I think I understand a bit better."

I smiled and said,

"I couldn't remember the feel of a gentle touch of a man's hand. I almost kissed you then, but I think Ben was absorbing it all and may have overloaded. I think he read it and left us alone. What would you have done if I kissed you Mark?"

"Well I..."

I leaned into him and kissed him passionately. He hesitated but I persisted, and he resisted no more. His hand fell on my thigh again, and was soon playing with my garter. I pushed myself to him and coaxed his hand to get bolder. My hand rubbed his pants and found a hard throbbing cock to greet it. I grabbed at it and rubbed it, and his fingers started to explore my panties. It took seconds for his fingers to part the split in them and I gasped as his fingers entered me. I worked his pants to free his cock, and I worked myself on his fingers vigorously. My back pushed the table out as I climbed on his lap and his cock slid into me. It was obvious what we were doing in the corner, but the patrons took it all in stride. I tried to keep my pants quiet but he felt so good. It was my second ever cock to slip into me, and the difference I could feel! I heard him inhale as I felt him expand in me. With a sigh of air escaping his lungs, his legs went straight and I squealed as his hot cum poured into me! Gawd he was full! Pulse after pulse I felt as emptied into me, and I collapsed on him. We were still for a moment, before I heard someone walking up to us. I quickly slipped off of Mark and my panties closed, catching his cum as it ran out of me. Mark pulled his pants over himself and we sat there with our glasses in hand, acting like nothing happened as Carl asked,

"You guys ok up here? Need another drink?"

"No, were' good. Thanks."

Mark replied. I beamed at him and whispered,

"You're great!"

His hand felt my stocking'd thigh, finding two of the four garter snaps had come loose. He helped me re-connect them, and we sat and talked and drank in the afterglow. It was about 11:30 when we left. Mark walked me back to my car, and we talked about how we would be with each other at work tomorrow. 

"Mark, I know this was a strange day, and I will understand if you wish to let it go at the end of this day, but I wouldn't have any reservations if you wanted to make love to me again. I am married after all, and I don't know If I'll be getting a divorce anytime soon. So it would just be a part of our friendship."

He looked at me and said,

"Look Dawna, of you're saying we're friends, then yes, I can feel that. We became friends this night.. If you're asking me to fuck you again, then the answer is yes. Anytime and anywhere you want to. If you want to go back home to your husband after I fill you with cum, then that's your business. But not a word will I say at work, though I think Ben knows. I think he wanted to touch your stocking tonight too."

I smiled and said, 

"Yeah, I think I felt that. Maybe I will be sandwiched between you two again?"

Mark reached under my skirt and massaged my soaking wet panties against my clit with his fingers. They had long since given up trying to absorb Mark's cum, my cum and even my husbands cum from the morning.

"I'll have to ask him you know."

Mark said as he played with the wetness running down my bare thigh and soaking into my garter straps and stockings.

"I know." I said "Thanks for inviting me for drinks."

"Thank you!" He said. "Are you ok to drive?

"Yeah, I'll be good. See you in the morning!"

With a kiss we said good night.

The 12mile drive home was uneventful and I arrived safely. I sat in the car for awhile as things spun. Climbing out of the driver seat, I felt a gush of Mark's cum soak my panties even more than they were. I removed my heels and snuck my way into the dark house. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water and went to the bedroom. David's bags were there but he was not. I thought of calling out for him, but instead I decided to lay down on he bed. I stumbled on something and went to my knees, but I was close enough. I pulled myself up and bent my waist at the bed edge, laying my stomach on the bed and went to sleep.

My mind swam through the day, seeing myself as if I was removed just outside my body. I could feel the cum trickle out of me, slowly running down the inside of my thighs. A sigh escaped me as I drifted into that place of mental pondering and a very contented dream. 

My thoughts and dreams moved through scenes of me making love to men. The new sensation of Mark's cock sliding tightly into me had awoken something in me. I had only known David's cock in me, and now I was curious what it would be to make love to a stranger. A phone rang. It was my mobile. But I was dreaming! I am asleep. I see myself answering...

"Hello?"

"Hi Dawna, its Trevor... you opened my account at the bank yesterday."

"Yes, I remember you."

I said in a slightly questioning tone as my mind flashed back our time at the bank and my thoughts after he left. He went on after a slight pause,

"Well, you said if I have any questions or needed anything more, to feel free to call you..."

"Yes, I did say that. What can I do for you? Trevor?"

"Well, I had forgot that I wanted to put on a party for my friends, and I didn't keep any money to do that. Since I don't have my cards yet, can I just come in and write one of these checks?"

"Yes, you could do that, but it would be easier to just come into the bank and fill out a withdrawal slip."

"Ok... sorry to bother you about this now, but it was on my mind and your card was here with all this stuff, and I'm somewhat overwhelmed by it all." 

"No problem Trevor. If you need some help with it or need more explanation, then come see me. I'll help you out"

"That would be great Dawna! Sorry about all this, calling you and all... but... I'm not too good with numbers and, and you seemed so nice and helpful."

"Why thank you Trevor. So I'll see you tomorrow at the bank then?"

"Tomorrow?? Uh, I'll be in late. When do you close?"

"Five o clock, but it would be best if you could get here by 4 so we could have some time."

"Ok, I will see you then. Thanks again Dawna!"

We said our goodbyes, and I was left wondering if I was really on the phone or if it was a dream. What happened next made me realize it had to be a dream. I dreamt Trevor came into the bank!

I woke up panting as my husband fucked me hard and fast from behind over the edge of the bed. I was still dressed, his hands squeezed my breasts as he thrust himself into my still cum-soaked pussy. I panted with each thrust and worked him hard. I heard him grunt and he pulled out of me, shooting his cum all over the ass of my wet panties, thighs, and stockings. He then spanked my ass and slapped my wet skirt. 

"See you Dear. I'll be back Friday."

I collapsed exhausted on the bed. But I wasn't quite back to sleep when my alarm went off. I needed to get up to get ready for work.