2 comments/ 24873 views/ 1 favorites The Eyes Have It By: WFEATHER The rattling of chains, the rapid splits of the air, the sharp staccato impacts, the piercing feminine screams... I sat back in the recliner, the small room I was in only dimly lit by a candle on either side of the massive one-way mirror. Wearing only her thin dainty collar and her favorite dreamcatcher-style earrings, My slave knelt at My feet, unable to see the activities taking place on the other side of the one-way mirror due to its placement high upon the wall, but definitely listening attentively, her imagination no doubt providing the visuals to accompany the sounds. All I had been informed of concerning the young woman to the left was that she had graduated from a nearby university in May and that she had endured nearly three full years of training. The platform heels caused her to stand tall, making it a little difficult to accurately judge her true height. Naked, she wore only a thin black satin choker around her neck: symbol that she was not yet owned, that she was part of the general training harem. A spreader bar connected the ankle cuffs, making it difficult for her to shuffle about. The black blindfold contrasted greatly with her lengthy blonde hair and also made her red-painted lips more prominent. The two bulky chains descending from the ceiling connected to her wrist cuffs, giving her enough slack so as not to injure herself with a rapid pull of her arms but definitely not enough slack to allow her to free herself. Already, her body was very impressively marked, the red lines of fiery pain quite prominent, especially across her enticing chest and her spread thighs. her voice was shrill yet melodic as she screamed with each bite of the bullwhip, the bright red lipstick causing the motions of her mouth to become imprinted upon My brain. her beauty, her bondage, and her pain all combined to arouse Me quite nicely, especially as I imagined the possibilities of training her to serve Me alongside My current slave. "Master, which one is the screamer?" My slave politely asked, turning slightly to look up at My face. "The one on the left, My pet," I responded, reaching down to pet her like a kitten. she smiled at Me, then turned to face the wall beneath the one-way mirror once again, My response certainly assisting her imagination in constructing an image of the activities taking place on the other side of the wall. The young woman to the right was quite a contrast to the other trainee. I had been told previously that she was from Japan, from a suburb of Kyoto. Certainly, she had to be a legal adult, or else she would not have been admitted into training. The young Asian woman had clearly dyed her shoulder-length hair bright red, with her natural black sprouting up from her scalp. I could not tell how well she knew English, for she did not say anything; in fact, she did not scream. Despite the myriad angry red welts lining her small delicate frame, she barely made a single sound, only occasionally making a barely-noticeable hissing sound through her clenched teeth. She also wore a thin black satin choker around her neck, but unlike her taller Caucasian counterpart on the other side of the room, she was chained to the wall, unable to move her cuffed ankles and wrists more than about three inches in any direction. Yet, despite the extremely limited movement, she did dance nicely in reaction to the many kisses of her Trainer's bullwhip, her dance drawing my eyes to her chest as her breasts moved with the buoyant grace of a pair of synchronized swimmers competing in the Olympic Games. Secretly, I lamented the fact that she had been blindfolded, for given her rare ability to barely emit a single sound despite the harsh treatment of her chest and stomach and thighs, the expression of her pain would almost certainly be magnified by immeasurable factors and demonstrated beautifully through her eyes, yet I was denied that pleasure. That, I could rectify. Reaching for the buzzer placed upon the small table beside the recliner, I signaled the Trainers, and They Each immediately stopped. The Trainer working on the pained woman to the left turned and approached the left side of the one-way mirror, pressing a button to activate the intercom. "What is Your desire, Master Thompson?" He asked politely, looking directly at Me even though He could not see through the one-way mirror. Clearly, He knew the layout of this tiny room quite well, and had perhaps even sat here on occasion Himself while selecting a slave. "Remove the blindfolds from both trainees, please, Trainer," I requested. "I would like to see how their pain is reflected in their eyes." "Of course, Master Thompson." After deactivating the intercom, He returned to the Caucasian woman and lowered her blindfold, allowing it to hang from around her neck. The other Trainer fully complied with the spirit and the letter of My request, completely removing the Japanese woman's blindfold, folding it in half, and placing it into His back pocket. The eyes of both young women were clearly unfocused as they squinted against the lights shining down upon them. The taller trainee actually turned her head away from the source of the light upon her, and ultimately clenched her eyes shut, but the smaller young woman held her ground, looking directly at the two-way mirror, clearly trying to see Me even though it was an absolutely futile effort, especially given how she was still forced to squint as her eyes attempted to adjust to the bright light shining down upon her. The Trainer who had activated the intercom returned to His duty first, lashing out at the taller trainee's stomach with His bullwhip. With her eyes closed, her hearing had clearly captured the sound of the single tail slicing the air, for I watched as her entire body stiffened, only to attempt to double over in scream-accompanied pain as a new marking was bestowed upon her flesh. she kept her eyes closed as lash after lash after lash befell her, and as her lower jaw began to tremble, I knew instinctively that she was very near her limit, that she would safeword within minutes unless her Trainer relented, slowed the pace of the lashing. Turning My attention to the Asian trainee, I was very impressed. she was still trying to stand tall and proud, watching her Trainer as He prepared to strike her each time. her hisses were louder than before, and she still danced following each painful lash, but she had clearly become accustomed to the bright light upon her and watched with pained rapture as the bullwhip sliced the air in that split second before it sliced her body. There was indeed a sense of pain in her wide hazel eyes, as well as a sense of fear, but there was also a sense of purpose, a sense of fulfillment, a sense of pride. Despite the tears trickling down her cheeks, it was painfully obvious that she lived for moments such as this, moments when she could provide pleasure through her own suffering. The college graduate screamed something unintelligible to My ears, but her Trainer suddenly ended her torment, coiling the bullwhip and hanging it upon a hook on the wall. My attention returned to the foreigner, who did not appear to even be approaching her limit, even though her hissing sounds were starting to become grunts and her eyes had taken on the intensity of a famished beast stalking its prey. I had seen that very same expression some three years earlier, when I had selected My pet. "I have found her," I informed My pet, stroking her head and causing her to purr like a contented kitten. "I have found your sister." "How did you decide, Master?" My slave asked curiously. "The same way I found you," I informed her. "The eyes." The Eyes Have It It has been almost 35 years since I last saw those deep thoughtful eyes but I never forgot how much compassion and caring I saw in those eyes. He was my best friend, my confidant and also my little sister's boyfriend. That alone made him off limits...but I knew we had a connection...I looked forward to when he would come around...and yes there was a little flirting but it didn't go any further. In fact, he introduced me to a friend of his and we began to double date. There were times when I saw him looking at me and I wondered if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But he was such a gentleman and remained true to my sister. She was to be his high school sweetheart and I was to remain his girl pal. A year later he and my sister broke up and he and I ended up enrolling at the same local college. I wondered if it was my turn...would he want me? We spent a lot of time together that year and we started to have secret late night telephone calls after everyone was quiet and asleep in our prospective homes. There were a few occasions in which we would tease and touch..in fact we even spend an afternoon swimming off the dock of his aunt's home...being alone we even sunbathed in the nude. At one point I looked into his eyes and thought I saw a glint of desire. But since he was dating someone else at the time he remained ever the gentleman and he made no attempt to take our friendship to a physical level. For months we continued our late night telephone calls and our friendship continued to grow. This man was my best friend and we would share our thoughts and dreams in those late night telephone calls...the night I looked forward to the most was when the newest issue of Penthouse would hit the news stands...it was those nights that he would read to me the letters in the Penthouse Forum and we would share our sexual fantasies. He knew I was a virgin but I was eager to experience everything sexual. I was so comfortable with this man that I even shared with him my chosen form of self satisfaction. He was so excited about it that I agreed to allow him to watch me masturbate. While watching me indulge in self gratification I looked into his eyes and thought I once again saw that glint of desire. But yet, it wasn't to be! Why we didn't move forward with a relationship I never knew...I am not sure if he even knew why we never got together. Over time our friendship changed and then one day he introduced me to another friend of his...the man that would end up being my husband. It wasn't long until we lost touch and for 35 years I didn't see my friend with the eyes that spoke volumes. Years past and I would on occasion think of my best friend...wonder where he was and what he was doing with his life. But I was busy being a wife and a mother and didn't give it much more than a passing thought. I stayed married to his friend but there was never excitement or passion in our marriage. I wondered if this was the way it was supposed to be. I wasn't happy and I would spend my empty hours on the internet in chat rooms looking for something that was missing in my life. I met someone there and we had an extended affair..the sex was good but I never saw what I was looking for in his eyes. Then a a few months ago on a cold January night...spending yet another boring evening at home with my husband...TV blaring and both of us on our laptops...me on Facebook and he playing his internet games...I saw a friend request. I quickly responded...it was my best friend from high school/college. After 35 years...he remembered me and found me on Facebook. My stomach did flips and I was giddy with excitement as I accepted the friend request. I did a little Facebook stalking to see what his life was like...and yes I admit...to see current photos of him and most importantly those eyes. What did I find...neither of us lives in the same city that we did as teens...if fact we live 4 hours away from each other...and he is married with children. I saw pictures of him going back 35 years and current pictures...I saw those eyes....and my past feelings came back to me...and to my amazement I felt twinges between my legs! He was so incredibly sexy! I want this man! I am going to get this man! Those eyes still spoke to me...but he is married...he wouldn't make a move on me while dating someone else...why would he as a married man. I didn't have the answer but since he lived in a city that I am fortunate enough to visit often I decided I was going to try to rekindle this attraction. I sent a Facebook message and we started chatting...at first it was just catching up and sharing what had been going on in our lives for the last 35 years. This went on every evening for almost a week. Then we started to chat late into the night and it was like we had started where we left off 35 years earlier. Each night we would share more and more intimate details...which led to a lot of chats and teasing with a sexual undertone. We had to keep our chats a secret since we both had spouses but it soon became evident that we both wanted more. Six days after that Facebook friend request we had the most amazing conversation in which we shared our sexual desires, wants and needs. Our conversation was so erotic that I felt myself getting wet between the legs...when he told me that several times in the past 35 years when he would stroke his cock he had visions of my masturbating while he watched. He told me the method that I used was so unique that the image stayed with him for years...you see...my favorite way to gain self satisfaction is by laying in a tub with my legs in the air and hot water streaming into my pussy. When he told me that it was his fantasy to see me with my legs in the air and my pussy so open with desire that it made my nipples hard and my pussy get wetter and wetter...I remember so well that day when as an innocent 18 year old I let a boy see my private parts...and he was my best friend...and I remembered those eyes as he watched me experience my idea of sexual freedom. I felt so brazen that I would steal away and experience what I was sure something unique to only me while remaining true to my virginity. During that late night chat I experienced sexual arousal like I had never experienced...as he typed to me how hard his cock was and how he was stroking himself I let my fingers wonder into my pussy and to stroke my clitoris....OMG...can a woman over 50 actually feel such sexual pleasures. That night I went to sleep dreaming of him and how much I wanted him to take me places I had never been before...my pussy was an open dam and I could not stop its flow...I went to the bathroom and placed a towel between my legs just to keep the bed free of a wet spot. It was that night I decided I was going to make the bold move and I asked him if he wanted to meet...and he said yes! We agreed on a date and within one month of our reconnection we met. I knew that I was going to make this man my "Lover Boy" and my fuck buddy. After all we lived in separate cities and if we could meet every month or so we could meet for sex and leave and who are we hurting...it was to be sex and sex only. No emotional attachment. Well that was the plan. The date that we agreed upon was on us and I traveled to his city and booked a hotel room...I was so nervous...after all, I am not the same girl he met 35 years ago...then came the knock on the door and there was no going back...I answered the door and there he was...he stepped into the hotel room and gave me a giant hug...it was the hug one would expect from a long lost friend. What he did next was what surprised me...he took my face in his hands and said "let me look at those eyes" he told me that he had dreamed of my beautiful eyes and then he placed a soft kiss on each eye. That simple gesture made my nipples get hard and the familiar twinge of desire stir between my legs. He wanted to look into my beautiful eyes...hey wait that is my line...it was his eyes I wanted to look into...it was his eyes I wanted to see desire and want. It was right then and there I did what I wasn't supposed to do...I fell in love with my high school friend. I took his hand and led him into my hotel room and offered him a seat...of course, he choose to sit on the bed and we had a few minutes, short minutes of conversation before he kissed me...As he kissed me I was so overcome with desire that I couldn't stop the complete wetness of my tingling pussy. He slowing ran his hand down my neck and made his way to my shirt and softly raised it over my head and then bent his head down to kiss the cleavage above of my black lace bra...he raised his head and we locked eyes...I remember thinking how sexy eyes could be. Our eyes remained locked for what seemed like minutes...as he slowly kissed my cleavage and rubbed his thumbs inside my bra finding my hard nipples...like a man of skill he undid my bra and began sucking my rock hard nipples....all the time we were eyes on eyes. After what seemed like forever, as time seemed to stand still, he removed his shirt and we were skin on skin...what an awesome feeling....the feel and the warmth and want of his body.... He slowly pushed me down on the bed and began to remove my pants...he spread my legs apart...and with his eyes locked into mine he knelt on the floor and began to touch me and find that sweet spot between my legs...he touched me so tenderly and then began to tease me as he slowly use his fingers to bring me close to the edge and then back again...and then he brought his tongue and lips to meet my wet and yearning pussy. It felt so good...when had I ever felt so wanted and so sexy....I am not sure if I ever did. I closed my eyes and laid back to enjoy this ride he was taking my body on....when my body began to convulse as I was getting ever closer to climaxing he told me to open my eyes and to look at him....as I looked down on this sexy man looking into my eyes I was overwhelmed with what I thought was the most amazing orgasm ever... As he stood there watching my body convulse and cover with a sex flush he kept his eyes fixed on me....and then slowly removed his own pants. He gently pushed me down on the bed and then laid down next to me...and he did it again...he kissed my eyes and held me. Yes, I was in love...but I wasn't sure if there would be a second time because the fear of being hurt was on my mind. As we laid together on the bed...sharing pillow talk...something changed...I knew this man was in love with me as well. Laying in the comfort of this mans arms is right were I want to be....running my hands up and down his hairy chest...oh yes...I am a woman who loves hairy men...it is such a primal masculine look that says "he is all man". My hands touching and caressing him and playing with his nipples...I couldn't hold back anymore...I sat up and gently kissed those nipples and looked into his eyes...yes, he is enjoying this...that was all the motivation I needed. I let my tongue run over those hard nipples, watching him as my tongue ran down his stomach, past his navel and to the most amazing erection. With eyes still locked I used my tongue to caress the tip of his rock hard cock and taste the liquid leaking from him. I knew I was in uncharted territories since loving a man with my mouth wasn't something I was accustomed to...it was nothing my husband ever wanted. But this man was letting me explore my own sexuality and letting me use him to fulfill my sexual fantasies. I proceeded to stroke and lick and take this man in my mouth...I felt so empowered...for the first time ever I felt sexy...I felt in control. I was enjoying this new experience and I didn't want it to stop but while maintaining eye contact he said to me "Baby, come here". I stopped, a little concerned that I wasn't doing this properly...I was afraid he didn't find me a sufficient lover. I wanted to be everything to him that he was to me...I wanted to send him over the edge the same way he did me...but I felt as if I had failed him and I had to fight hard to contain the tears. I slowly moved up to where we were eye to eye and then he kissed me...it was such a deep passionate kiss...we were skin to skin...his erection teasing my wet wet pussy. I wanted this man so bad...I want to feel him inside of me...I want him to basically fuck me like I had never been fucked before... He gently rolled me over to where I was lying on my stomach and pulled my legs towards the end of the bed...as I scooted to the end of the bed I found myself on my knees with my ass exposed to the air...the view he had of me was from the rear...I was secretly mortified...not my best asset....at least in my opinion. He was standing behind me and began to explore my wet and wanting pussy with his finger...slowly and gently at first...then he continued with an additional finger. It was amazing...you see...I didn't know of positions other than missionary...and this was both provocative and amazing...I was enjoying this...and then it happened. He placed his rock hard cock into me, grabed me at the waist and began to thrust inside of me...he was entering deeper and further inside of me, it was more than anything I had ever experienced. As he was thrusting and filling me with his cock I let myself enjoy this amazing ride I was on...I let all my inhibitions go...I arched my back and moved with his thrusts...I want this...I want this more than anything I had ever imagined...my body was responding with constant waves of intense pleasure...I know I was moaning with great pleasure...what I didn't realize was that I was moaning and making other loud noises of pleasure and with great abandonment ...when I climaxed it was the most mind boggling erotic orgasm I had ever experienced. I really thought I was having an out of body experience. I felt like an observer as well as a participant. I know that when it was over I was panting, my body was shaking from pure exhaustion and it was covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration. I remember begging for rest...I was both mentally and physically exhausted. As I laid resting, those glorious eyes of his were upon me as he gently held me and stoked my body. What an amazing experienced lover he is...my only regret was we missed 35 years of this glorious fucking. That night I was the recipient of a truly amazing sexual experience...I found a lover for a lifetime...and more than that, I reconnected with a high school friend who it turned out wanted me as much as I wanted him...I was one really satisfied woman. As with all good things, the evening came to an end...as he left the hotel room he kissed me and looked into my eyes and he said "I love your eyes...I love you! I was sad to see him leave...and went to lay down in the bed in which we had been fucking in for the past several hours...I put my head on the pillow and could smell his scent and the scent of sex and passion...I closed my eyes, smiled and slept like a baby. It has been eight months since that Facebook request...yes my lover and I are still together...we are still married to others...but we still have our late night chats...we still share our dreams and our fantasies and together we have many...and we have been very fortunate that we are so comfortable together that as we enter our later years we are enjoying total sexual exploration and continue to go beyond anything I ever dreamed...we have a sex life that I am certain many people only dream. We are often amazed that we were able to reconnect after so many years...and how each of us had strong desires for each other and were afraid to act upon those desires...but knew as adults we couldn't let these pass us by this time. We will always be friends and lovers because what keeps us together is an immense love for each other! And if you ever meet us you will know who we are because you will see it in the eyes. The Eyes Have It I was seated waiting for the first class of a new college semester when a lady slightly older than me entered. I was seated on the right half way to the back. As she passed we made eye contact and there was 'the look'! I can't describe it but when it happens one knows! With a fleeting thought, I instantly knew that I was going to fuck this stranger before the next class! The professor came in and any thought of her left my mind until after class, when I heard, "Hi there my name is Alice. Would you like to get some coffee?" I remembered those eyes and smiled, "If that is what you want, let's go to the break area." She replied, "Okay, I do have an ulterior motive. My husband is away on business, I'm alone with the twins, and the light in the laundry area is out!" I smiled, "What you are telling me means coffee is a waste of time that should be better spent doing something else." "Yes, you're right I live close could you follow me?" "I'll stay close." A few blocks away we pulled up to a single family home in a nice area. We entered and she directed me into a small dim laundry room and asked, "What will it take to fix my problem?" I reached out pretending to fumble in the dark. I bumped a tit, "Oops, sorry." "Sokay." I fell against her softness, "Need to turn something on." Groping up her leg, "Where's the switch?" "Your sooo sooo close!" "Where are your panties?" My belt came off. "I neverrrr ware them onnn horny days!" "You are sopping fucking wet!" My pants tangle at my feet. "Yeeessss PUUUSH AAAWWW!!" She leans back, I press deep, she hits the control, the unbalanced machine is on spin, I hang on for the ride of my life! We have a simultaneous climax and help each other to the front room and flop on the sofa. She smiled, "Thanks I needed that." "That's what your eyes said in class." "Yes, and I realized you were the only one that KNEW! Now, do you want that coffee I offered?" I smiled, "Not really. I want to fuck some more!" "When?" "Right NOW!!" She lifted my drooping cock, "It's not ready." I forced her head down, "Well you better make it ready, Cunt! - By the way, I'm Bill. Who am I fucking?" "I'm Fran as in frantic, mmmmmffffff I taste so good." I attempted to turn to 69 and she jumped up, "No! I don't do that!" "You don't do what?" "I don't let anybody eat me. Now feed me that cock." I reached for her willing head and eased it back to my swelling cock, "Okay Fran do your thing." She bent down, locked her hands behind her, and used her tongue to lift my dick into her loving mouth. I watched as she groveled in my sweaty cum coated crotch licking, slurping, and sucking the whole area. And, at no time did her eyes look away from my stoic face. I soon felt like I had a bat with a pair of softballs stuffed between my legs! Fran read my eyes and saw what she was looking for. She stood up, pulled me up and around, slammed me against the door, jumped on my pointer, wrapped her legs around me, pleaded, "Don't drop me!", and threw her cunt into pounding fuck mode! She yowled as she came twice before I exploded deep in her uterus. I collapsed and when my ass bounced off the floor, I was driven deeper and Fran had the pleasure of an additional long cum. As she finally crawled off me and we both laughed as she released a loud cunt fart! I apologized, "I'm sorry for falling and almost dropping you. Are you okay?" "Hey that's nothing, why just last week some clod I met at the bar on the corner fell and we shattered a coffee table! But, the fuck was good and that's what life is all about." "Should I skat before hubby gets home?" "Nah, he's on a training mission in Nam. He's gone for months." "What the hell is a training mission?" I asked. "He is a Marine special combat officer sent over there to teach jungle fighting to Green Berets and Southies. When can we fuck again?" I groaned in excitement as her tongue swept over my bulbous head and round the shaft, licking down from the eye to my balls. She licked down at the wrinkled skin of my sack, feeling the balls in it jiggle and bounce as her tongue pushed at them. Up she went again and round, her tongue leaving a trail of wet spit. I groaned more, "Shit Fran you're the best cocksucker in town. Oh shit..." I tensed and groaned louder as her mouth opened and she took my prick in her mouth. "Mmmm so sweet." Fran's lips curled round and her jaw widened as she sucked at the huge solid member; it was a long time since she had a young continuously solid dick in her mouth. - Not an old horny drunken friend of the bartender in need of a masturbation tool, be it lips or pussy - and even longer, if ever, since she'd sucked one so huge and thick. "Shit, oh shit, that's good." I moaned as her head bobbed up and down my heat seeking cock. I placed a hand lightly on the back of her head, not pressuring her, but keeping control of her speed and encouraging her to go deeper and suck more. It wasn't easy for her. My dick had regrown so large and wide she couldn't fit it all in. Her mouth ached as her jaw strained open to suck at it. But she tried her best!! "Oh shit woman, oh shit." My thighs were tense and, as she looked up she read my eyes. I gasped quickly in and out for air and self-control. My eyes were rolling and my face was contorted with pleasure. Her eyes flashed and signaled, "OK" She moved faster sucking harder. I suddenly let go off her head and almost pulled her off. She looked up at me with surprise in her eyes. "I need to fuck you AGAIN... NOW!!" I demanded. "Oh... yes!" she gasped as I went down to my knees, gripped her waist, and with a swift turn of her body dropped her hard onto the rug. As I swung over her she grasped my tool and aimed. I reared my ass and drove home to sink deeply into her depths and heard her sigh, "Oh my! A horny youth!!" She continued to revive "Stiff Bill" and I continued to attempt to pound her into the rug until I was exhausted. As I was leaving, I asked about another visit the next week. She read my pleading eyes and replied, "I'm so sorry, I want to but I must spend the week down at Camp Pendleton. I'll see you in class." Sure enough, on Tuesday she walked into class with a big smile and a wink as she took her seat. After class I walked out with her only to hear, "I need to get back to Pendleton." "Where are the twins?" "Jose is at the house with them." "Who the fuck is Jose?" "If it's any of your business, he's a young man just out of high school in my morning class." "A good fuck?" She laughed, "Don't worry Stupid! You're still the man of this house!", grabbing her crotch and looking in my eyes! The spark flew and I apologized. She laughed and said, "Let me tell you about young Jose - Yeah, I wondered how a fresh hot chili pepper might pop. And yes, I made a valiant attempt." "The day he came over to meet the kids I stepped up to the plate. Hey, this was my only chance to reduce his twin watching fee!" "I opened the door took his hand and pulled him in and slammed the door." "I stepped into him, trapped his hand against my bare cunt, and grabbed his crotch." "Jose's reaction? He burst into tears and pulled away!" "He had had un-pure thoughts. He had sinned!" She finished, "He went to confession. I raised his pay. He came back! I gotta go." For a year or so, I was on the 3-11, she would call the gate at work 2-3 times a week to leave a message, with her phone number. She would say she was my wife at a girl friends and wanted me to pick her up on the way home. I'd stop on the way home and fuck her for an hour or two and go home. Then one time, Earl, the guy that took the message got wise, he wanted an invite from Fran or he would call my wife. I called Fran. She said, "Bring him with you. Tell him he better be damn good." When we arrived at Fran's house, the door was unlocked as usual. But, when we entered, there was Fran in the living room wearing a robe instead of laying naked in her bed as I normally found her. Frans's eyes flashed, "I need to fuck!!" at me as she spoke a single word to Earl, "STRIP!" Without hesitation the tall skinny kid stepped forward and got naked displaying a monstrous dangling hunk of man-meat! Fran gasped!! I gawked! And Earl asked "You like?", to the world. Fran grabbed his monster cock, dropped her robe dragged him off to bed leaving me to stay or follow! By the time I got there, his ass was pumping hard and fast and it seemed as though he was driving Fran 3-4 inches into the inner spring with every thrust. Then suddenly, Earl rolled her knees to her ears. Then, using his poll as a pivot, he swiveled a 180 her sweaty cum covered ass and dropped her legs ending up under her drilling her from behind! Fran gasped aloud when Earl's depth increased. And for a split second I considered offering my cock to Fran's lips. But the way her eyes were fogged over with her teeth clamped I took the safe path and watched Earl at work! After several minutes, Earl reached down and heaved her up and off his porker only to swiftly lower her skewered ass down to his swollen balls! Her body reacted like it had become a dishrag and her eyes pleaded for me to 'do something'! I quickly went to the rescue. I dove in face first and locked my lips around her clit! Fran came! Fran kept on cumming! I kept drinking! Fran's cum never paused until Earl's balls ran dry AND, I decided to back off and let her cool down. She reached for me, caressed my face, and pulled me up to gently lick her juices from my face. I read her eyes and eased my cock into her snug deep harbor, laid still and slowly emptied my nuts. Earl packed his gear and left. I spent about an hour holding and caressing. Fran lay there very contented to think and be held. Then, she sat up, "Thank you." "For what?" "For taking charge and reminding me how much I love/want to be eaten." "Once several years ago, when my macho husband was home, I was with a frien... no, a visitor in the spare room. He could eat cunt so well and so long that I thought I would never stop cumming or screaming!" "Hubby heard me and came in to watch and enjoy. As soon as he entered, he went into jungle fighter mode and beat my visitor senseless, and then threw him outside! (He never did fully recover.)" "Then he turned on me, 'If I ever find you bringing a disgusting lowlife that preforms that type of slimy gross activity into my house again will kill him with my bare hands and feed him to the coyotes in the base wilderness! If they don't fuck your pussy they're too weird to live! Tell them to stay away! And, go find a man'." It was at some point during Fran's telling me that, that I decided to go - find a couple of school sluts and 15 to 20 guys and throw a party at Fran's. I looked her in the eye and smiled. She smiled back, "I like whatever you're thinking!" The Eyes Have It There is a school of thought that eyes, besides being a window into one's soul, are the key to that unique sex appeal which attracts one person to another. It is not clear whether this is because, through eye contact, one knows what the other is thinking, or whether it is just that one knows what they would like the other to be thinking. Martin stared impassively out of the compartment window, pondering an engineering solution for keeping railway carriage windows cleaner, as a diversion from the job-related issues just left behind in the city. This was more acceptable than pondering his own failure in life to secure a soul mate, owing to an imbalance between inadequate social skills and an overactive sex drive. The early evening train home entered the Holbrook tunnel and the interior lights combined with the exterior gloom and grime turning the window into a mirror. Unappealing goods yards transformed into the pair of eyes belonging to the girl sitting opposite, perfectly focusing on his. Martin instinctively followed commuting etiquette by smiling briefly and averting his gaze. A feeling then nagged him that his opposite number had not followed suit, but raising his eyes again to meet hers in order to confirm this theory would simply breach the protocol he had followed. He therefore gazed more obliquely onto the mirror, at the reflection of her breasts, and remained doing so for the statutory length of time above which one could justifiably be exposed as a pervert. Then he closed his eyes and pretended to doze, careful not to fall asleep with quivering lower lip, open mouth, grotesquely twisted body and snoring like a foghorn, not to mention the probability of missing his stop - the curse of the commuter. His waking dreams were of the girl opposite. Those eyes. Those eyes. Green? Brown? He didn't even know. Were they heavy with shadow? Overdone with mascara? He didn't know that either. Just that if there was such a thing as 'come-to-bed-Martin eyes', they were it. The train slowed for his stop, and he welcomed the excuse to get another look, maybe chat her up if he could think of anything witty or intelligent to say, which was unlikely. He opened his eyes. Fuck shit. She was gone. Must have got off at the Lily Bottom stop. Martin knew he'd blown his chance of getting off at all. Saturday night arrived and Martin met up as usual with his mates at the Tuns. Josh suggested they cut across to his cousin's house where Jen needed more men for a Vicars and Tarts party. Martin didn't like parties in general. He was rubbish at small talk. At this one, at least, he would be able to perv at all the women in their fetish costumes, stockings, suspenders, high heels, short leather skirts and low cut bustiers. "Ok" he agreed, "there's no decent football on. I'm up for it." With a steely resolve reinforced by a couple of strong lagers, and feeling irresistible to women, he went to the vast trouble of putting his white shirt on back to front to make a dog collar, and bought a cheap bottle of red at the garage. Jen met them at the door. Martin handed over his bottle, hardly lifting his eyes from her split skirt and fishnet stockings. Bren was there. God she was big. And loud. Martin imagined suffocating in Bren's cleavage as a not-too-bad way of shuffling off one's mortal coil. Girls he didn't know, in cheap pvc and lycra were bopping to distorted music he didn't know either. He sat with his drink, assessing the talent. Not bad. Irma la Duce looked ok, except the wig colour clashed horribly with her skin colour. One with a skirt which could have been mistaken for a wide belt was ok-ish, but should one wear a short skirt with thighs like that? A frumpy girl in a yellow flouncy dress with puffed out brown ruffs and cuffs, another in a stunning dominatrix outfit but a mumsy face which didnt match the costume. Another Saturday night, and Martin's non-existent love life looked like remaining that way. Plenty of material for a masturbation fantasy when he got home, he consoled himself. "Mind if I join you, Vicar?" Martin caught the voice's owner in the corner of his eye. Oh no. It was the frump in the baggy yellow dress. Shit. "Er, yes.. I mean no.. please do." Martin shifted awkwardly along the sofa and the yellow dress slid in beside him. He welcomed the warmth and fragrance of her body, but it made him nervous, afraid of being saddled with a girl he wasn't likely ever to fancy. He did however now notice the heeled thigh boots which had not been evident to him when she had been on her feet. Reluctantly, he looked up at her face. His mouth dropped. His senses seized. His body petrified. Those eyes. Those eyes. I know those eyes. I've seen them before. The girl on the train. "Trina." "Er, Martin." He cursed his inability even to announce his name without umming or erring. "From the train" she said. "I see you every day. You get the 5.15 - same as me except Wednesdays. You never say hello." "Er, that's right.. I mean.. you do?" Why did he flounder so pathetically? The eyes of his dreams were trained upon him. He was like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights. Mesmerised. Helpless. Craving to be run over. "Like my outfit?" Dilemma. Should I lie and say it's very fetching, or is there a chance of me spending the rest of my life with her, in which case I should be honest from the outset and tell her it's hideous. "It doesn't really do you justice." Martin was proud of his diplomacy and lack of hesitation. "I'm a custard tart" Trina said, without changing facial expression nor easing up the intensity of her gaze. The rabbit was a gonna. Martin cursed himself again for not getting the joke until it was way too late to laugh. She must think I'm a complete charmless dork with a sense of humour by-pass. But I want her so much. "Wanna eat me?" Trina's risque innuendo didn't improve Martin's state of composure. All he saw was the erotic paradise promised in her eyes, and took the invitation at face value. He answered without hesitation this time "Oh yes. Oh my God, yes." Rabbit meat. Smitten.