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The List

By: slavegurl



Master Here is the list you requested. You have asked for at least 10; I came up with 11. These are just some of the fantasies you inspire.

1. You tie me up with scarves while I am on my back and you feed me your cock after you gently slap me in the face with it a few times to tease me. Once I get your cock nice and wet, you decide how and when and where you will come, and if I am allowed to come. You could have me keep sucking your cock and let me swallow that big fat load. Or you could masturbate until you are ready to come then shoot a load on my chest and give me a pearl necklace. Those are the only pearls i wear. 

2. While I am blindfolded, you have me lay on the bed fully clothed while you peel my clothes off one by one in random order and tease me with a feather. I must remain silent; I can only speak to respond to a direct question from you. I am not allowed to touch you while you tease me and drive me wild. If I behave and do exactly what you say, you then allow me to come. I must remain still however the whole time.  

3. I do a strip tease for you while you are fully dressed. As my clothes come off, I alternate by taking your clothes off using my hands only when absolutely necessary. I can use my feet, my pretty polished toes, or my teeth to get you naked and ready for whatever you want to follow. As i get you and me naked, I feed you pussy juice off my fingers, your fingers, or second hand off my tongue... or directly in your mouth is you so desire and command.

4. Polaroid camera... need i say more?

5. I lay very still on the bed with my hands over my head - I am on my belly face down- and you lay next to me. I am naked and you are not. You tell me in explicit detail what you want to do to me and what you want me to do to you, Only i cannot move and you are not touching me just leaning very close to my ear [the left one of course] describing how your cock will feel inside me. I am not allowed to move or speak until you grant me permission to do so.

6. I greet you at the door dressed in a white blouse, short plaid skirt and my hair in pigtails. I am on my knees. I am a good little girl ready to serve her daddy and make him happy. First, you have me lay across your knees because I need a spanking. You slowly raise my skirt to expose my ass to you. Next, you slowly rub my ass cheeks and achingly slowly you lower my panties. After a few well placed slaps - each one harder more painful and more pleasurable then the last, you have me raise up then get on my knees. I think you know the rest. 

7. I am asleep and you wake me up with the vibrator. You get me completely hot and crazy for your cock until I can take no more then you allow me to service your beautiful cock with my mouth while you continue to tease me with the vibrator and your hands bringing me just to the edge of coming and backing off until finally when you decide, you allow me to ride that big cock of yours and completely soak it with my cum. Then i clean it off with my mouth and tongue and we start all over again.

8. You are asleep and i wake you with my mouth on your cock and I lick it and suck it and make love to it with my mouth until you decide where you are coming -- mouth, pussy, my hands, your hands, or anywhere else you decide. After all you are the master.

9. I wake you up with a blowjob and beg you to fuck my ass.

10. You watch me masturbate until i am almost ready to come then I must stop and wait for you to decide how -- or even if -- you will finish the job. However you say, it is to be done.

11. I am on my knees in front of you. You are still dressed and my hands are tied behind my back. I am dressed - or undressed - however you say. I cannot say anything; you have not given me permission to speak. You pull you cock out and allow me to lick your balls, while you jerk off. Every now and then you put the head of your cock on my lips and allow me to lick it. Only when you are ready to come, do you shove that cock between my lips as you shoot your cum down the back of my throat. Then if you are feeling generous, you bring me to orgasm with your hands while my hands are still tied behind my back. And i am grateful for whatever you do. I am your slave.

The List



"What am I doing here?" Carrie thought to herself as she put away the last of her clothes. She listened as her new roommates chatted cheerily, and gave her bag a final zip. As she shoved the bag under her bed and stood up she brushed off her hands and found the two beautiful blondes staring at her. She pushed her newly weaved hair behind her ear and smiled at them warily.

"So, I just took a chance and I auditioned and here I am!" Courtney exclaimed to Hunter. Courtney shook her hair off of her shoulder and gazed curiously at Carrie. Hunter turned to the mirror and picked up her brush and started to stroke her hair as she told her story that was identical to the other sixteen women in the house. She gave herself a dazzling grin and then turned to Carrie.

"What about you? Where are you from?" Hunter probed.

"I just moved here from New Orleans, but I—" before she had a chance to continue, Courtney squealed.

"I love New Orleans! Mardi Gras is the best! I was just there this winter! Ohmigod! Did you have a fun time or what growing up there?"

"It was pretty fun," Carrie sighed. It was just too much of a hassle to try and explain to people what it was really like to live there. Not to mention the fact that she had only gone to college in the city, and not grown up there. But no one seemed to want to hear it. Not everyday was Mardi Gras, and the flying roaches alone made the city unbearable! But here she was in the mountains of Colorado and not quite sure where this new adventure was going to take her. 

"How did you end up on the show?" Courtney's eyes searched hers. She seemed to be the leader of the two.

"I moved out to L.A. to become a waitress." Carrie joked, but the blank looks told her that her joke had been lost somewhere in the empty space between their ears.

"Huh?" Courtney scratched her head.

"I'm joking, ladies. I want to be a broadcaster, and I auditioned to get my face out there, and have people see me."

"But I thought we were all here to find true love," Hunter blinked at Carrie.

"Well, that too," She said lamely. "It would certainly be a bonus if that was to happen." She smiled and turned away to hide the fact that she was rolling her eyes at this silly woman. Please, as if anyone ever found love on these crazy television shows! Carrie wanted to laugh out loud.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Hunter giggled, "It'll be just like when I was living in the sorority house!"

"You were in a sorority too?" Courtney and Hunter hugged each other. 

"What house were you in?"

Carrie wandered away but heard them exclaim the fact that they were in the same sorority at different colleges. She padded down the hallway and marveled at the plush carpet under her feet. The richly decorated house was beautiful and tastefully decorated, mostly in blues and beiges, but it was a little cold and impersonal feeling. It was certainly bigger and better looking than the apartment she had left behind in L.A. She smiled, shook her head and muttered to herself once again: "What am I doing here?"

* * * * *

Just two months ago her roommate had told her about a reality show that was casting in the L.A. area.

"The List," he intoned, "sounds mysterious."

"What's the hook to the show?" Carrie asked as she sipped her coffee and read the sports section.

"Um, it doesn't say, but you are guaranteed at least $2,500 if you are cast on the show."

"Really?" she snatched the paper out of his hand and quickly scanned the ad. "Hey, the audition's today!"

"Do they need a stunningly handsome gay man to mix up the plot of the show a bit?" he waggled his dark eyebrows and she laughed.

"No, but they are casting women 19-29. I'm that age!" 

"You aren't really thinking…" he trailed off. "You are thinking about it aren't you?"

"Can you give me a ride, Ash? Please?" she batted her eyes. "If I get this I can pay you all of that back rent I owe you!"

"Get in the car!" he pointed a finger out the door, "I could use the money!"

Carrie ran to put her best suit—and truth be told--her only suit and combed her hair back into a rather severe ponytail. "Not bad," she whispered to herself, before she stepped away. Ash whisked her across town and before she could comprehend it all, she was interviewing with the casting directors and told to wait for the second round of interviews in the afternoon.

"I can feel it Carrie, this is your next big step!" Ash squeezed her hand and grinned. 

"I just want to get my face out there so that I can maybe get a decent job." She chewed a hangnail, and felt butterflies flutter in the pit of her belly.

"No, I have a feeling about this, this will make you famous." Ash looked like he was as nervous as she was. "You are going to explode!"

"God, I hope not, that would be messy!" They laughed together and looked up, startled by a woman calling her name. "Wish me luck, Ash," she gulped and put on her best smile.

"You don't need it Honey, you are going to knock them dead!" Ash patted her hand and sat back. "Do your thing, Girlfriend!"

When Carrie appeared at his side, he looked expectantly at her. "So?"

"They'll call me after the background check and let me know." She had said.

"Oh," he breathed. Ash was clearly more disappointed than she was.

"I'm sure we'll hear something soon." It was her turn to pat his hand. They waited with baited breath for the next two weeks, then another two weeks passed and then finally a total of six weeks had passed and there was no word. One Saturday morning, as Carrie got ready for work, the phone rang and she picked it up while trying to tie her shoes.

"Hello?" she grunted into the phone.

"Carrie Jones, please," the voice on the other end had said.

"This is Carrie," she said sitting up straight and breathing a little hard. Somehow she knew this was the call. "How may I help you?"

"My name is Janna, and I am with the show The List that you auditioned for several weeks ago."

"Yes, of course." She let out a long breath. Had she been holding it long? She couldn't remember.

"We are pleased to tell you that you have been chosen to be among the 16 girls in the cast—" 

"No, way!" Carrie whispered. "You're kidding me right?"

"We would like to have you report to the airport two weeks from today. We will give you your destination then. Please read your contract and confidentiality agreement carefully, then have it notarized and sent back to us by Friday, if of course you agree to do the show.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Carrie's voice threatened to go out of control.

"We hope to hear from you within the week, Carrie," The voice said.

"Yes, you will!"

Carrie hung up the phone in a state of shock, and then she started screaming. "Ash! Where are you?" she ran out of her tiny bedroom and burst through his door. "I got it! I got the show!"

Ash sat up slowly and grinned sleepily. "You did? Honey, that's fantastic!"

"I leave in two weeks and I don't have any idea where I am going, but I am going somewhere! This is so awesome! I have no clue of what to pack! Ahhhhh! There is so much to do before I leave!" Carrie jumped on his bed and hugged him then stood up and did a little dance. "I'm going to earn $2,500! This is the single greatest day in my adult life!"

"Let me know what has to be done and it will be done! My Carrie Bear is going to be famous!" 

Carrie felt a wave of homesickness and began to miss Ash terribly by the time she had found the kitchen which was full of the other thirteen women who made up the cast of the show. There were blondes and brunettes and red heads, but Carrie could tell that her looks set her apart. She was the only African-American in the cast, and everyone knows how well the black contestants do—or how well they don't. 

"Hey, here's Carrie!" one of the women shouted over the others. She was tall with long dark hair and quite beautiful, but then, who of these women wasn't? She waved Carrie over to the group and patted the barstool next to her. Carrie smiled gratefully and took the spot.

"Thanks so much," Carrie took the woman's hand and shook it.

"My name is Collette." The woman reminded her and the passed a plate of cheese and crackers to her. "We are all just trying to get to know one another before we have to become bitter enemies and fight each other tooth and nail for the mystery man."

"Hey, everyone, I'm Carrie, I came here from L.A. and I'm pretty sure you know why I am here." Everyone laughed at that and we all fell into various discussions of some sort. Carrie struck up a conversation with Collette who she found out was from Seattle originally, who lived just a few blocks from her in L.A., and who was a fitness model and a writer working on her first novel. Carrie told Collette about her secret obsession with Billy Joel and Phil Collins and told Collette about her ambition to be a broadcaster. They had a great time together laughing and getting to know one another, but suddenly, the mood turned somber.

The casting director of the show walked in to the room followed by Courtney and Hunter. When the missing two ladies finally joined the rest of the group, they were given a briefing about the show, what they were to wear, what they were allowed to do on and off camera and what would happen if the rules were broken. They were given their wireless microphones, shown the confessional booth, and hour and a half later, the women were dismissed to get even more acquainted with each other and to get themselves ready for tomorrow, when they would begin filming the series.

Carrie sat at the dinning room table reading through the packet of information that each of the women had been given and sighed. How was she ever going to remember all of this? She heard a stage-whisper of a voice from the other side of the doorway and strained to listen in on the conversation.

"You know she's here just to add some diversity," the voice was saying. "The black ones never make it past the second round."

Carrie stood up from her chair and walked to the doorway where a foursome was standing listening to a tall, buxom, blonde speak. Two of the women, and Carrie was glad to see that they were Courtney and Hunter, rolled their eyes and smiled at Carrie. The tall woman turned to face Carrie and stared her down with the coldest green eyes Carrie had ever seen.

"That's funny," Carrie said deliberately, "'cause the bitch never wins, either."

The others laughed while the woman drew herself up and hissed "It's true you know!"

"That the bitch never wins? I know."

Carrie walked away and gathered up her things and headed to her bedroom with shrieks of laughter following her out of the room. She got to her room and threw herself on the bed and debated whether or not it was worth having a cry about what had just happened when Courtney and Hunter walked through the door.

"Carrie, the way you handled her was awesome!" Hunter began.

"It was nice to see someone take her down a peg or two," Courtney finished. "She is not very nice."

"Thanks, guys. I hate to make an enemy the first evening here, but--" 

"You totally didn't start it." Hunter sat on the bed and patted Carrie's arm in a show of support. "You did the right thing."

"Totally!" Courtney agreed. She grinned and gave Carrie a little wink.

"Man was she pissed when you walked out of the room though!"

"I think she wanted to spit fire at all of us because we laughed at her."

"I'll tell you what," Hunter said. "She is not a future friend!"

Carrie laughed merrily and hugged her roommate. "You guys are so sweet to come in here and cheer me up like this!"

"That's what friends are for, Carrie," Courtney shrugged her shoulders and opened her dresser drawer. "Let's get some sleep, Girls. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

The next morning, Carrie woke after Hunter and Courtney were up and gone. She selected her clothes carefully and when she was satisfied that she looked presentable with her natural looking makeup and her hair brushed into a low ponytail, she headed down the stairs to the dining room where the daily breakfast meetings were held. She carried her microphone in her hand and paused at the door to take a breath. From now on her life was going to be recorded for everyone to see.

"Please, Lord, just don't let me make an ass of myself in front of the world," she prayed. She squared her shoulders, gave her head a little shake and let herself into the room full of women that she had only met yesterday.

"Carrie!" Collette was saving an empty seat for her and waved her over enthusiastically. "You look great!" She said as Carrie sat down.

"Thanks, I hope it isn't too casual, though." Carrie looked around the table and it seemed that the others had gone to the bother of making sure they looked good too. The woman who had been so nasty to her last evening was sitting a few seats down in a light sundress glowering at Carrie.

"Hum, seems as though you have made a friend," Collette commented softly as she passed Carrie a plate of scrambled eggs.

"Yeah, well, you can please some of the people some of the time," Carrie shrugged.

"I heard about what she said last night." Collette clucked her tongue. "That was terribly immature of her."

"Yeah, but it's tr—" 

As Carrie was spooning out a helping of the hash browns the door opened and in walked Sunny Scott, former soap star trying to turn movie actress. She took a moment to glance around the room and then spoke in a clear though somewhat childlike voice.

"Aright, Girls! If you do not have your mic on you may want to put it on now, as we are set to begin taping the show right this minute." She waited while the ladies fumbled for the microphones that they had brought down with them but were too self conscious to wear right off. All of them, that is except for the woman with the cold green eyes. Of course she had hers on. "Overachiever," Carrie muttered under her breath. Collette chuckled quietly and then waited for Sunny to start speaking.

"We're ready now?" Sunny looked around the room and when all of the heads nodded back she welcomed them and gave them a bright smile. "We are so glad that all of you are here! You have been chosen from thousands of women from across the country who all wanted to meet the man of their dreams through the magic of television and with the help of our team of matchmakers. This morning we have a very special surprise for you, we have brought the dream boat himself, Grant, to the house."

There was a flutter of gasps around the room as the women hurried to tidy their hair. Carrie glanced at Collette and smiled.

"No need to worry dears," Sunny was patting a petite redhead's shoulder. "We have placed an appropriate formal dress for each of you in your rooms and we want you to head up there now to put them on. When you are ready, you are all to meet in the foyer and we will escort you to Grant. You have fifteen minutes to get yourselves ready. Starting--now!"

As if an imaginary shot had been fired, the room cleared in record time as the women dashed away from their seats and ran up the stairs to their rooms to change into the waiting dresses. Carrie looked mournfully at her plate and followed the others out of the room. She hadn't even had a single bite.

Somehow, in the thirteen minutes that Carrie was left she'd made herself look amazing. The black fitted bodice of the dress was made of satin and the skirt of floor length black tulle that was layered until it was opaque. When she slipped it on, the dress fit perfectly. She pulled her hair into a chignon and put on the black slippers that were waiting by her bed. She grabbed a dark berry colored lipstick, and applied it carefully and lastly put on a pair of dangly earrings that her mother had given her for her college graduation, five years ago. She gave herself a dreamy smile in the mirror and gathered up the frothy skirt in her hands. She ran out the door and down the stairs with Courtney and Hunter at her heels and when they reached the bottom of the stairs the others were already waiting. There were dresses in all colors of the rainbow and every woman was shod in a dress that fit her like a second skin. All of the ladies looked elegant in their attire, but the nervousness of all of them was palpable. 


"Ladies, we are now ready to find out what this wonderful man is like, follow me and we will go to meet him." 

The women chatted quietly and nervously amongst themselves as they were led from the house to the back yard which was an open valley with pines around the perimeter. There was a large blue and white tent set up a way down into the valley and the ladies were stopped a hundred feet from the flap entrance of the tent.

"Grant is inside the tent, waiting to meet each of you for just five minutes," Sunny smiled brightly at the ladies then made her face the picture of sincerity. "In that five minutes you can say what you would like to him, but remember, girls, this is your first impression on him. And needless to say, first impressions are probably the most important of all. Good luck to each of you." She turned her back on the women and went to the tent while the women were placed in random order by a production assistant. Carrie was placed near the end of the line between a petite redhead and a petite brunette. She smiled at them and started to make small talk, but finally gave up when they women seemed only to want to talk about what he might be like. 

Luckily, the day wasn't terribly hot. Carrie closed her eyes and let the sun warm her shoulders as she waited for her name to be called. She tried not to think about the breakfast that she had left behind and definitely tried not to think about the fluttering in her tummy. She smoothed and re-smoothed her hair and hoped that she wouldn't faint from the lack of food or the fright or even both.

After an hour of waiting, her name was finally called. Carrie looked to the last remaining four and smiled. "Wish me luck," she said.

When she arrived at the flap of the tent, Sunny stopped her and made sure to repeat the rules to her. She was to visit with him for five minutes, she was to make an introduction about herself, and then they could chat for a few minutes. At the end of five minutes she was to say goodbye and nothing more, did she have that? Good. Sunny pulled back the flap of the tent and Carrie stepped into the warm enclosure. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light difference, but when she did she saw the most gorgeous white man she had ever seen standing to her left. He was at least 6 feet tall and well built with wavy black hair and clear green eyes that seemed to see right into her. She gulped and felt her mouth go dry. There seemed to be a spark that jumped between the two of them. And they stared at one another for what seemed an eternity. Then she gulped. Don't be silly, she chided herself. 

"Hello," he said as he took her hand. "I'm Grant, pleased to meet you, and you are?" I'm going to marry this man. She thought to herself. Stop it! You are just here for the money, you know there is no such thing as love at first sight!

"C-Carrie," she stuttered. What is wrong with me? She thought. She took a deep breath and smiled at him. "I'm Carrie from L.A. and I want you to know that--" before she could get anything else out, her stomach growled audibly. Grant looked shocked, but Carrie even more so. "Oh no!" she cried. Then she threw her head back and started to laugh. He laughed with her and then took her hands. 

"I'm so sorry!" Carrie said as she wiped her eyes. She had been laughing so hard that they had watered. "I didn't get a chance to have breakfast!"

"That was the most original ice breaker of the morning!" Grant howled. Now even some of the crew was chuckling along good-naturedly. 

"Well, that kind of blew anything I was going to say." She said when she finally got her giggles under control. She smiled up at him and his eyes twinkled.




The List



"I am definitely looking forward to getting to know you better, Carrie," he kissed her cheek softly and whispered "you look lovely."

"Thank you, Grant, you look rather handsome yourself." She felt the blood rush to her face and she touched her cheek.

"We don't have a great deal of time left, but tell me one thing about yourself that no one in the house knows that makes you interesting."

"I'm not originally from L.A., I went to College in New Orleans, but I'm from a small suburb of St. Louis called Webster Groves—"

"I-I'm from Kirkwood!" his jaw dropped open and he shook his head.

"Well, what do you know? We're old rivals!" Carrie grinned.

"Isn't that fantastic?" Grant grinned back. He started to say something else, but Sunny opened the flap and announced that their time together was up.

"Can I walk you out?" Grant asked as her took her arm.

"Sure," Carrie walked in step with him. "Hopefully I will see you again." She tipped her head to the side and smiled sweetly.

"I think so," he answered back then he leaned down to kiss her other cheek and said goodbye. He held the flap open at the back of the tent, and Carrie ducked out then sprinted across the yard to where she saw the others standing.

"Isn't he the best?" Courtney squealed.

"What did he say to you?" Hunter demanded.

"We didn't get much time to talk, my stomach growled just as I was going to say something devastatingly witty and we were laughing so hard that by the time we got around to talking it was time for me to leave."

"Oh, Carrie!" A woman that Carrie didn't know said. "That's terrible!"

"No, it was really quite funny! It turns out we're from the same hometown."

"What a small world," the woman with the green eyes said nastily.

"That is enough out of you, Leah." Collette snapped. Leah turned on her and frowned.

"You better watch out too, Collette, I don't think you'll make it very far either." Leah stalked away and left the other women staring after her.

"Let's hope that she gets cut really soon, her sour face around the house will ruin our good time." Hunter murmured. 

"Yes, let's pray really hard that a house drops on her or something!" Carrie laughed and everyone laughed with her. "I'm hungry; do you think we're done here?"

"I don't see why not," Collette answered. "Let's go up to the house and eat."



The List



Note:

This is a continuation of Aunt Isobel and After Isobel. To stop confusion it is advisable to read these two stories first.

*

I couldn't believe all the ladies on this list of Roberts would perform the way he had explained. I thought he said they were all mature yet there were two ladies I wouldn't class as mature, two were in their late twenties early thirties and both married to elderly wealthy influential men. Also at the other end was a very old lady I had seen only this morning in my shop, who I thought would be well past engaging in sexual activities.

There were fifteen names on his list, how do I start. Random, or from the top, or the bottom. What do I do knock at the door and say,'How about a fuck, you're on the list the reverent gave me. He asked me to take care of you?' No, there had to be a better way. Then I realised that these ladies all play cards at the Whist or Bridge evenings in the village hall every Tuesday evenings. Mary wanted me to go out, this was just what I wanted. The signs I read says admission for members only, how does one become a member, if you have to be one before one gets in. Who would know - Doris.

I rang Doris and she was very helpful and excited when I said I was wanting to join.

"Go and see Tegan Morrison, she is Secretary and Treasurer and holds the membership forms."

"What is it a secret society or something that I have to go through all this procedure?"

"No, just fill in the form and pay the fee. It goes towards the week-end outing we have twice a year. We have to put a deposit down, that is where the money goes."

"I'll go up and see her and fill in the form Doris."

I think she had company for I heard a few voices talking in the background as she replaced the receiver.

Tegan was the old lady on Roberts list, so I was going to get to meet at least one on his list, I thought, as I travelled up to her home in my car.

At this time of the year, the sun didn't set until well after nine. When I got there Tegan was working in her garden and all I saw was her large back-side sticking up in the air. Then a gust of wind caught her dress and blew it over her head, revealing for all the world to see, her cream coloured scanty clad posterior with her very pronounced labial lips of her vulva tightly encased in the material. She automatically stood and pushed her dress down, but turned and saw me standing in the pathway which led to her front door.

"Did I give you a good show Duncan?" she said with a smile on her face.

Why should I deny it. "You certainly did Tegan, pity I wasn't a bit closer though."

"What would you have done then. No, I shouldn't ask, I may have got the right answer. What can I do for you anyway?"

"I came up to join the Whist and Bridge Club, I believe you have the forms."

"Lovely, you want to join, it will make our numbers up again now the minister has left us."

"It was he, who advised me to join, Tegan," I emphasised her name to let her know he had mentioned her.

"That's indeed interesting," she said as she moved to the path and turned towards her front door. I just followed her without being asked.

Tegan was a very sprightly lady well past retiring age. Usually very well turned out in what I consider the mature ladies outfit, a loose floral dress usually with half sleeves, open necked, but showing no cleavage, rather loose but balloonous and falls to just below the knee, usually made of a silky material and gathered in at the waist. Her hair was grey and obviously permed, she wore light make up and lots of perfume. Today she was in a cotton dress, again loose and half buttoned to the waist, showing ample cleavage. Weight about 50 KG and between 5 feet three and four inches tall, medium body fat, not fat or thin, just the way I like to see a woman and of course wide hips which I had already seen. I watched the cheeks of her arse sway from side to side as I followed her into the house.

"Please, take a seat I shan't be minutes," she said indicating her lounge, as she went upstairs. I heard her shower running and twenty minutes later she walked in all dressed and smelling nice as she usually did.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Only if you will have one with me."

"I don't usually have a drink, maybe a little port, but I haven't any at present. Please pour yourself one and you pour me something that isn't too strong, then I will join you. The bottles are in the cabinet."

I opened the doors and she had every conceivable drink there. I saw my Drambuie so I poured a nice measure for myself. Now what can I pour for her I thought. There was a vodka bottle three-quarters full so I tipped a good measure in a glass and topped the glass up with Fanta, then carried it over to her.

"I see you have taken a Drambuie, isn't that very strong?"

"This is really my preferred drink, I like my things sweet and strong," I said looking at her.

She just drank half the glass of her drink and I could see she liked it.."This is nice and not very strong at all.

If you don't drink and you drink it the way you are, you'll be under the table in no time, I thought as she just lifted the class and downed some more. I expected her to sip it.

"I'll get the form and you can pay me the fee and then you are a member," she said rising and going to a desk in the corner. She returned with the form and sat down beside me, as I filled in the form, She reached across the coffee table and brought her glass over to this side and drank what was in the glass. I watched all this as I filled the form. I took the money from my wallet and put it on the form.

"Well Tegan there you are, the total annual fee."

When I looked at her her head was moving from side to side, surely she isn't drunk, Vodka doesn't work that fast surely, but her voice was slightly slurred when she answered me.

"Thank you, we hope to see you then to-morrow evening at seven-thirty."

As she said this she fell forward and her head landed on my lap with her mouth on my penis, which jumped to attention.

"Oh I seem to have aroused something," she said, turning her head and looking up at me.

"You certainly have, surely you can do something about it?"

"You don't mind Duncan," she said unzipping my trousers with her left hand then plunging her hand into my flies and actually dragging my penis out, she opened her mouth and the head disappeared with her lips tight around the shaft, looking like I had a pink band around it. Her tongue was rolling round and round the head as I reached down and pulled her dress up and slid down the crack on her bottom until I reached her plump lips of her vulva. I was quite content to just stay outside of her covered fanny, caressing her through the material while she worked on my penis.

She removed her mouth and still looking into my eyes,"Can I take off my panties and you fuck me proper?"

"Sure Tegan, please do."

She got up and took off her panties and knelt on the carpet with her head on the seat of the settee. It was obvious she wanted it doggy fashion, so I undid the clasp on my trousers and dropped them and my underpants, then got behind her. She was wonderfully wet and I parted those lovely plump labial lips and slowly sank in, I love just sliding in I think this is the best part of a fuck, the initial penetration, for this is the triumph of being accepted by the woman, the first entry, and if the most crucial too.

I could tell by the way she let out a gentle sigh that she was thoroughly enjoying this penetration. I just kept the pressure on and I was sunk into her as far as I could go, even gripping her hips and gently pulling her into me.

"Oh Duncan, you are so much bigger than Robert and so gentle too, he used to hurt me, but I just had to have him, but this is so much better and I love your big cock. Please be gentle, I always wanted to be treated gently, but very seldom did I get what I wanted."

I continued to move in and out of this lady who used to be the headmistress of the Secondary School in the nearby town. I bet through the years there were a lot of pupils who would have liked to be doing what I am doing now. She was very receptive and was showing her satisfaction by gently rolling her hips and moving them in time with me. I love the slow easy feel of slowly sliding in and out of a well lubricated cunt and Tegan's was certainly that just now.

I reached under her and squeezed her bra encased breasts and she loved this also by placing her hand over nine and pressing it in and helping me massage her breast.

In, slap, out, squelch, it sounded as I withdrew and entered her body, I felt the slow climax coming on and timed it that I was as deep as I could and then let go, drenching her innermost depths. God, it felt great, shooting my load into her.

I held her tight as my heart slowed down then I pulled out and let her up. I was sitting back on my heels as she turned and took my hands in hers.

"That was wonderful Duncan, For a big man you are very gentle and I thank you for that, I feel wonderful, not sore and annoyed at myself. You are just what I needed. Did you know that the vicar, 'Took care' of some of us ladies, I hope you will do also, but you are so much more gentle and a true gentleman."

A gentleman. I was a randy bastard looking to fuck these ladies, I wasn't doing it for a service to them, it was self gratification and the feeling that the grass must be better in the other paddock, I wanted for some reason to sink my cock into every female in the area. I will never accomplish that, but I'm out to give it a try. This was number three and there were plenty more from what the list said.

Mary was loving being pregnant and when I showed her the receipt for the Whist and Bridge Club she was pleased that I was getting out. Out of the way, so she wouldn't be tempted to break her vow, of no sex until after our baby was born. She was on the outer boundaries of child bearing and she wanted to take no chances in case she couldn't have another child.

Oh we kissed and petted, but that was as far as it went, I loved her very much, but I loved getting my leg over even more.

Tuesday evening I was there at seven fifteen as Tegan arrived with three other women in a car. Two of them I had played with at Doris's home and the third I had only seen occasionally in the shop. I tried to think of her name, then it came in a flash Lauren Brown the columnist, she was the one who thought that the modern morality had sunk to the gutter and all teenagers should be segregated, or worse. She was a real hater of teenagers and her writings showed that.

The other two were Tarnisha Findlay and Belinda Harrison, both married, their husbands were retired and spent nearly all of their time at the golf club which was seven miles from the village. I knew Bill Harrison who had only recently retired, but had married Belinda who was 20 years his junior. Tarnisha was of Indian descent and was very much younger than Mr J Findlay the retired judge. These two women were nearly always together. Belinda was a small and thin, Tarnisha was one of coffee and two of cream complexion with jet black hair, slim and about two inches taller. What made her look even taller was that she always wore very high heeled shoes, also she had a very upper class voice, which was usually associated with a upper echelon private girls school, also she rode a lot as did Belinda. Oh, I knew quite a lot about these two in the notes left by Robert.

There was nothing on Lauren Brown, so she wasn't one of Roberts conquest or ladies who needed help.

I was paired with Lauren who seemed real pleased over that.

"Lovely, we get few men playing, or are members, they think this is too tame for them. We will get on champion."

"I wouldn't count your chickens Lauren, I am just a beginner at this."

"Darling, we all have to start sometime, just get in there." She thrust her hips forward as she said this. This made me take note of her, she was average height about 54 years of age, divorced, I knew that. Dressed in a trouser suit with a plain knitted jumper, stockings, I would think the short knee length type, but I may be wrong, high heeled shoes. Thick dark red lipstick, her brown hair must be long for she had it in a tuck like bundle at the back held with a large comb, she also carried a shoulder bag.

"I would love to," I said with a smile."

"You would, would you. A lot have tried," she replied as she took me by the arm and we went to the table allocated. "Let's see how the evening progresses."

Now it could have meant the cards or how we got on together, I would have to wait and see. We done extremely well, but it was mainly due to her skills and not mine, but I was beginning to pick it up. At half-time, she sat with me as we had tea and cakes which some of the ladies brought with them. There were eight tables of four each plus the two who were looking after the tea cakes, so of the 34 there were only 6 men, me included. 23 ladies on their own, but I knew ten who were married, but some of them were on my list as well as some of the others present.

The only one not here which was on Roberts list was Lady Barbara, she was the wife of the Lord of the shire, she was in her late fifties. I had to find out if she ever came here, for I honestly think this was where Robert scored from and not the church.

So I was right in becoming a member, now all I had to do was pick and choose during our playing nights, and work on that lady for a week, if that failed pick another the following game night. Yes this was getting very interesting, but what about Lauren, I was almost certain that she would be a willing participant in bedroom Olympics if I only tried.

During the evening I had been praising her and giving her the credit. It was when we were having our mid game tea and a chat she whispered. "If you're trying to get into my knickers, you are going the right way about it, I loved to be praised." She then pulled back and gave me a smile.

I couldn't really reply to that for there was always someone near and unfortunately my voice carries when I try to whisper, so I had to wait until we were out of earshot before I could answer, but I did nod my head and she laughed and nodded hers. I wasn't sure if it was a nod of consent or she was moving her head as she laughed. 

I noticed though that as we moved between tables after each rubber that she allowed me into her space without pulling back and allowed me to place my hand on the small of her back. Women don't like strangers touching them except on the elbow, any other place they feel invaded, that is except by the ones they feel safe with. That is why most women when they talk to men stay at least a pace away, stating by body language, 'This is my space, keep away' it's all sub-conscious. Holding a woman's elbow when you are asking her anything is more likely to get a positive answer, than touching her hand or upper arm, for that is her space, but the elbow is classed as out of her space. Human body language is very enlightening once you are able to read all the signs. A man will let another touch his upper arm, but don't touch anything else, or aggression takes over, he feels challenged.

So I knew that Lauren was comfortable with me, also she was square on leaning forward and her face only 12 inches from me when we were sitting at the table waiting on the next pair to arrive. Now I had to make the next move, or she will, knowing she had my trust.

"Can I run you home Lauren," I asked as we were moving.

"Oh, that's very kind of you, I came with Belinda and that will save her coming all the way to my house. Poor dear that husband of hers leaves her alone too long. On club match days, he is never home to well after midnight, If it was me I would definitely have something to say. I won't be a minute I'll let Belinda know she doesn't need to drive me home."

I am in, I knew it deep down. I looked over as she and Belinda were talking, when she turned to make her way back, Belinda winked at me. Women, they can read the signs as well as anyone. Now when she got back and sat down at the table I saw that she had her legs crossed and her foot was tracing circles as she spoke to me, also her leg was swinging. This woman is hot I knew it, but by her newspaper articles you would have thought she had had her vagina stitched up tight.

I was told your body language never lies, no matter what your mouth is saying. This lady was shouting her sexuality without saying a word.

How true it was for we had hardly got inside her door when she had her arms around me and our lips crushed together, her upper body pressed close to mine. When eventually we pulled apart I asked the question, "Well am I getting inside your knickers?"

"Have you any doubts, I'll be fighting to keep you inside them, God I feel real hot."

I was still holding her tight while we talked. "Lauren, why don't we go to bed, then we will be a lot more comfortable?"

"I never thought you would ask, but I want to be carried like a virgin bride."

"Are you?"

"Don't be silly, but I can dream again, lover mine."

So I picked her up as she squealed with delight kicking her feet sending her shoes flying. "Just like in the movies, I love this, I never even had this on my marriage night, better now anyway, I appreciate it more." She was nibbling at my ear.

I placed her on the bed, but she jumped up and started undressing, giving me a strip show, so I done the same, now the house reverberated with our laughter as we slowly disrobed. Now she stood like my Venus a little plump but a lovely body non-the-less. She was gazing at my rigid penis.

"I will feel like a virgin, until I have that monster inside of me, WOW!" she said jumping on the bed.

I was on the bed in a flash and once again we were locked in an embrace, but this time there was nothing between us. Her body felt lovely and soft and she was pushing me down towards her breasts, which I eagerly devoured, taking one in one hand and the nipple of the other in my mouth, this sent her moving her shoulders from side to side first thrusting her breast into my face the next taking it away.

Even after the session the night before I was eager to get my end buried so I just pushed her legs open, which took no effort at all for Lauren was apparently as eager as I to taste my flesh. I lowered my hand and took my penis in my hand and guided it to her womanhood. She just seemed to suck me in, giving a long Ah as I sank deeper and deeper into her body, stretching her to accommodate my whole cock, She was rather tight but that soon went, I think it was only the fear that I was going to hurt her that she was tense, but once she realised that there was no pain she relaxed and we both settled into a rhythmic movement of love.

Our bodies seemed to blend as we came together in a slow pace, there was no slam, bang, and its over coupling, but a slow and lovely coming together of two people. I loved the feel of her body holding on to my cock deep inside of her body and the way her pelvis was working as if I was a cow being milked. At least she wasn't a loud lover, and only made low moans of pleasure. Then it was over and I spent the whole lot into her body. It was then I hoped she was on the Pill, for if she was mensurating still, there was no doubt that this would have rang the bell.

"Oh God Duncan, that was the most fantastic love making I have ever had, I have never, ever felt like this afterwards, I could love you for ever, you wonderful man and so gentle too. We must do this again I doubt if I could ever find another man who could satisfy me as you have just done. You are still single, what is my sex coming to leaving a man like you free, but then it you were married I wouldn't have had so wonderful an experience."

After a while I went to her bathroom and showered, for I didn't want to go back to Mary smelling of another woman. I got dressed and left her still lying on her bed, but at least with the covers over her.




The List



Out of curiosity I rang the Golf club and asked when the next club tournament was being held and was told there was a Stableford competition for club members only, on Friday. Now I knew what evening Tarnisha Findlay would be in on her own, or will she have Belinda in with her, that was a chance I would have to take.

I was glad it was Friday for Saturday was our paper-work day and if everything didn't work out correct sometimes I had to work late into Saturday evening. In the Post Office I had Declaration Statement forms which required the signature of a court official as a witness, so I armed myself with one of these. This was the excuse I was to use to call on the judges house.

Lauren Brown called into the shop on the Thursday and invited me to dinner in her house on Saturday, I informed her about our paper-work.

"Come round whenever you are finished then, I'll be waiting." She couldn't say much more for people were coming and going all the time she was there.

Now that I knew the euphoria had had time to wear off and she still wanted me round I was determined to make every effort to be there.

Friday evening about seven, I drove around to the judges house and Tarnisha answered the door dressed in just a tight top and shorts with nothing on her feet. This was the first time I had ever seen her without her high heeled shoes. Her hair was in a pony-tail like style coming out of a bun. When she saw me standing there she smiled.

"I wondered when you would call round, Robert told me he was going to speak to you about my special needs. Did you know that my husband won't be home until late. It doesn't matter, for he doesn't even sleep in the same bed as me."

She had really caught me by surprise, here was me thinking up an excuse to call round to see her and she had been waiting for me.

"I won't lie I came round with an excuse to see the judge, but I knew he was playing golf on the hope of seeing you?"

"Come in Duncan, let's talk, would you like a coffee?"

"Thank you, yes." I said following her into a room which was obviously a study for it contained books, desk, lounge, and numerous papers strewn on the floor. Also there was a table with a coffee maker, cups and milk.

"I spend most of my time in here, I write romance stories. Peter isn't allowed in here, he has a tidy mind and would be upset by the way things are strewn about. Please sit."

I sat on the settee and she sat opposite in a matching easy chair with a narrow high coffee table separating us. The table was of a height to be comfortable writing on and even this was covered with notes, which she pushed to one side to make room for the cups.

"Did you enjoy your time with Lauren on Tuesday evening, you two left together."

"Yes I drove her home."

"I bet there was more to it than that, I could tell it in the way she was looking at you that she was more than interested in you, and when a woman of her age looks at a man it is not to just hold hands." she now was leaning forward with her arms wide palms up with the arms resting on the table, looking me straight in the eye.

Some how I was drawn towards her and I felt I just had to touch her, so I too leant forward and our fingers touched so lightly. It was me who was meant to be here seducing her, but I had the distinct feeling that she was going to seduce me. Yet we had said nothing that would indicate any sexual attraction.

By her leaning forward I was being afforded a full frontal view of her open top and the curvature of her breasts. Her shorts were that short that all I saw was a bikini sized piece of material and because her thighs were opened slightly my gaze went to the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs. In fact I was caressing them with my eyes.

"You like my legs Duncan, I can almost feel you touching them?"

"Sorry," I said pulling my eyes away and back looking into her face which had a little smile on it ,her eyes were now scanning my face, I saw the slight side to side eye movement as she done this. Now she had moved her hands and she had one resting on each of my wrists. I wanted to take a sip of the coffee, but also I didn't want to move my hands to break the contact we had.

In this short period I had traversed through the initial rites of courtship at least to the stage of acceptance and the only contact was her resting her hands on mine. All transmitted by body language. No other words were said ,as she rose and came around the table and sat by my side but inclined to face me. Again her arms came out and now rested on my forearms.

"Duncan, I have always been attracted to you, but you never paid much attention to us ladies whilst Isobel was alive. I even came into the shop to buy the most trivial items, just so that I could see you. Didn't you notice me a little?"

"Yes, I did, but I didn't know how to approach you."

"If you had I wouldn't have had to endure the cruel behaviour of Robert, for it was only a year ago, I could wait no longer for someone to release my frustration. Robert had no feeling for the woman, only his own gratification. I know you are so different from him, I know you seek the same as him, but you would not be cruel or unkind and wish to humiliate a woman."

"How did Robert do that to you Tarnisha?

"He knew I was vulnerable and so frustrated that I would do anything to attain sexual gratification, that he made me perform lewd things, before he would give me relief. He only called on me three times and each time I was so ashamed afterwards, but once I knew I could get some satisfaction from him and there were no others ,I done as he asked."

"What was that?"

"Please don't ask me to tell you. Would you hold me in your arms, I want to be hugged and made to feel wanted, please," she said looking up at my face.

I held out my arms and she came into them, pressing her lovely breasts against my chest and her head on my shoulder. I had my arms around her and she had her arms around my waist. I gently rocked her like one does a baby and she was making similar noises, like a soft cooing. I looked down into her dark brown eyes and gently lowered my head, she moved her head slightly to allow our mouths to meet so gently. I felt her whole body relax as our mouths were glued together.

"Oh Duncan, That was so nice, that is the way I want to be held and kissed," she said as we parted.

I kissed her nose and then her forehead as she buried her head into my shoulder and hugged me even tighter. Here I had a lady who I knew had reached a stage where I'm sure Robert saw that would do anything to get some affection, her whole person screamed out for it. I moved my hand and placed it under her halter and up, cupping her breast, she made no moves at all to prevent me touching her there, even when I pushed her bra off her breast and hold her naked breast running my thumb over her tender nipple, which was becoming hard under this attention.

She lifted her head and I kissed her, she moved her hand and placed it behind my neck and pulled me harder onto her lips. Then she removed her lips from mine. "I want to remove my clothing Duncan, I want you to have full access to my body, treat me gentle please."

As she was stripping off her clothing I got rid of mine. I noticed that her love patch was as dark as her hair, she had also let her hair down and it came down to her bottom and was cut square at the bottom, so maybe at one time she had been able to sit on her hair. I have never been with a woman who had so long hair and when I again held her her hair was caressing my bare arms.

We just fell down onto her settee and lay there, as my hand dropped, caressing her back and then onto her bottom gently squeezing her soft derrière, she raised her fingers to my mouth and I kissed her fingertips as she ran them back and forth on my lips. I now was moving my hand up and down her thighs first at the back, then I started moving round to the front. As I reached her inner thighs, she placed her lips against mine and I heard her intake of air as I reached her tender soft skin at the top of her thighs, gently touching her vulva with my finger as I caressed her thighs.

Now she had her hand on my penis and she held it so softly that it sent tingles up my spine. Her hand was slowly moving up and down my shaft.

I had moved up and parted her labial lips and entered her inner soft and moist vagina, inserting two fingers and rotated them, just rubbing the inner surface. She pulled me over so that she was now lying under me, with her legs now wide open and me lying between them. She had released my penis, but I took it in my hand and just placed it between her moist vaginal lips and sank in to her very willing body.

"Oh Duncan, that is so nice, the way you slowly entered my vagina," she moaned in my ear as she held me to her. Our whole body front was in contact and in this position was the ideal for a slow steady fucking, I was loving this slow way to pleasure a woman and it was paying off a lot better than the thrash, bang approach and gave a longer contact with the lady, and so far I have had no bad experiences. I wanted to be able to come back again with these ladies and there was no better way for that than treating them gently.

Her orgasms were very strong as the contractions in her vagina were gripping my penis like a soft vice, her head was thrown back during these contractions, when they were over, she kissed my face all over. I have never felt a woman so intensive in her contractions, as she was having them almost every half minute until I unloaded into her, saturating her eager vagina. When I did she let out a low moan that sent a smile to her face, and a long sigh.

"How you have satisfied me Duncan, I have reached heights I only write about in my stories, but have never felt before. Oh we have to meet again, Oh I won't feel ashamed this time, this is far too good to feel anything but warmth and happiness."

I slowly deflated and slipped out of her warm moist vagina and flopped onto her thigh as I rose and started getting dressed. She just lay there looking up at me, with a smile on her face. "You know Belinda is also waiting on you to call upon her? I don't want to share you with her, I want you all to myself, I am being selfish aren't I? I will hate her for getting this treatment, but she is as desperate as I am. She too was humiliated by Robert, but I know she won't be by you."

"You look so contented lying there, don't you feel the need of modesty with me standing looking at you in so a provocative posture?"

"No Duncan, I don't feel ashamed showing you my body, for you can do with me as you wish, I am your slave for ever. I love you so much, darling." she said still lying there.

I bent down and kissed her forehead then nose and finally her mouth, just touching her lips. "Tarnisha I must go, I think you are a lovely lady and would do nothing to undo our tender relationship." I then left, letting myself out and returning home.

That was two ladies I really loved sinking my cock into and I knew without a doubt that I would always be welcomed back. In fact if I can get my books straight to-morrow I will be back between Laurens legs. Also there was Belinda and all the others on the list.



The List



It was a hot summer day and Sue was tired from a long days work at the office. The board meeting was tiresome and boring. The same old rhetoric as usual. 

"Gotta get revenues up or else." her boss told her.

She repeated the words over and over in her head until she couldn't stand it any longer. She decided that she needed a drink, a big one and headed to the nearest pub. 

While she walked, she tried to reach her husband, Budd, to let him know of her intentions and hopefully have him meet her there, but he wasn't answering his cell, so she left him a message instead.

District 211 was an up and coming bar/restaurant where many professionals would gather for lunch or afterwork meetings, also known as drink fests to relieve the days stresses.

Sue walked into the dimly lit bar and was quickly greeted by a pretty young woman, she guessed her to be in her very early twenties. Their eye's meet for only a moment, but something in those eyes made Sue hunger to touch her. She naturally resisted, and was frankly surprised at her attraction to the woman.

"One tonight?"

Having her thoughts of attraction broken by the girls spoken words, Sue could only mumble out,

"What?"

"Are you dining alone tonight or waiting for someone?" The pretty greeter asked again.

"Oh! Sorry, too much on my mind I guess. I tried calling my husband but he wasn't available, so I guess it's just me."

Sue wasn't sure why she told the young girl that and shook her head and silently thought how badly she needed that drink.

"We're a non smoking restaurant." The greeter said and turned to show Sue to her table when Sue said,

"I think I'll just sit at the bar if thats all right?"

"Sure," came the quick reply, "Our drink special is a Tequila Sunrise."

Sue nodded and walked to the bar. It was still a little early for the 9-5 crowd to start pouring in and she was only slightly surprised to see the bar nearly empty, save for a woman sitting in a dark corner. 

She sat down at the bar and ordered her usual drink of rum and coke and let it's familiar flavor tantalize her taste buds. Closing her eyes, she bowed her head down and rubbed her stiff neck, letting out a slight moan as her fingers found just the right spot to rub. 

Sue noticed, or rather sensed, movement and quickly opened her eyes to see if anyone was watching. Not seeing anyone looking her way, she relaxed a little and took another sip of her drink. 

Elizabeth was sitting in the corner of the bar, absorbed in the papers in front of her. Her job as a technical analyst had it's perks, but mostly, it was boring. She would often meet her husband at the bar at District 211 for cocktails and then, if hungry, they would enter the restaurant and have dinner.

Tonight it was all about celebrating and Elizabeth was getting a head start. Keith, her husband, was a successful salesman for a local television studio and spent many an hour at this very bar. Both were well known by the employees as good tippers and generally nice people, if not a little on the wild side.

More than once did they close the bar down with either Elizabeth or Keith, or both of them making suggestive comments to the staff, and on occassion, to another couple or woman.

When Sue walked into the bar, Elizabeth took notice immediately. She wasn't exactly sure where to place the womans heritage, but guessed either mediterranean or latino.She had fairly long and wavy dark hair that draped over her broad shoulders. Her waist was slender and she noticed the woman had a very shapely ass.

Elizabeth couldn't tell how large her breasts were because of the business suit she was wearing, but guessed her to be a B cup. She giggled softly as she thought about her own D cup breasts pressing against the strangers. 

Elizabeth took time reading the womans face and came to a conclusion that this woman enjoyed being oggled. Elizabeth watched as Sue bowed her head and caressed her neck. The soft moan that escaped her mouth only made Elizabeth more curious about her. 

She felt that this dusky woman liked verbal foreplay and as Keith wouldn't be to the bar for another hour, Elizabeth thought she would strike up a conversation. So she made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, two drinks actually.

"Hey Mike." Elizabeth said to the familiar bartender.

"Can I get my usual?"

"Sure thing."

"And get me another drink for this lady."

Elizabeth turned to Sue and introduced herself as she stuck her hand out and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth." 

"Oh, hi, I'm Sue. Thanks for the drink."

Sue was a little shocked at the brazeness of this woman, and, a little intrigued. She looked her up and down as she sipped her offered drink. Sue thought that Elizabeth looked a little older than herself and later found out it to be true. 

Little did it matter at the time as the two women made small talk of work, family, and husbands. Sue took an immediate liking to Elizabeth's good nature and openness. 

The drinks had loosened up both women and they found themselves talking openly about sex and fantasies. Sue was surprised at her own brazeness when she asked Elizabeth if she had ever been with a woman, confessing to her that it was a private fantasy of her own, something that she had put on her list of things to do.

"Actually, yes, I have." came Elizabeth's reply. "And I'd like to again. Sooner rather than later." She added, and smiled at Sue in an attempt to get her attention.

It worked, as Sue felt a sudden rush to her loins. She could feel her face become flushed and a sudden tightening of her nipples. She thanked herself for wearing the business suit as it helped hide her large erect nipples. Must be a draft in here she thought.

Keith entered the bar at just that moment and saw his wife sitting at the table with an attractive brunette. Not an uncommon site as Elizabeth had many female friends. He walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek as he stuck his had out and introduced himself to his wife's guest.

"Hi. I'm Keith." He said smiling, unaware that he was only a few moments ago the topic of conversation between the two women.

"I'm Sue. Your wife was kind enough to buy me a drink and share a few stories while I wait for my husband to arrive." 

Sue took a long look at Elizabeths husband, thinking that she didn't give a fair description of him. He didn't appear to be an Ogre or a Horse's ass, at least not physically that is. 

She took a moment to appreciate his general apperance. Guessing him to be about six foot, maybe an inch taller. Broad shoulders hidden by a sport coat. Salt and pepper hair with matching goatee. When Keith sat next to Elizabeth, she thought they matched perfectly well.

Sue found herself becoming attracted to the couple and attributed it to the alcohal, yet, she began to fantasize about seeing them naked, especially Elizabeth. Her special list came to mind again.

She liked the womans hair, shoulder length, maybe a little longer. Brownish green eyes, narrow shoulders and large breasts. She had the look of a woman who took care of herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by Keith.

"Are we eating or just drinking tonight?" he asked Elizabeth.

"Well, right now, I'm drinking, but I hope to be eating later." 

Elizabeth looked directly into Sue's eyes as she emphasized the word eating. Sue took notice and wasn't sure if her crotch was moist from what Elizabeth just said or something else. Either way, her pussy was wet. 

Sue sat in the booth and squirmed a little bit, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Letting the fabric of her panties tease her clit. 

Sue's cell phone rang and she quickly awnsered it, needing a distraction to the obviously flilrtations of Elizabeth. Sue excused herself, telling them it was he husband, Budd.

"Hello?"

"Hi honey, I got your message. Are you still at District 211?" Sue's husband asked over the phone.

"Yes. Just waiting for you. Can you make it?" she said hopefully.

"Actually, I'm only a couple of minutes away. I just wanted to make sure you were still there. Wait for me okay?" he asked.

"Sure thing. See you in a couple. Oh, I'll be in the bar with another couple I just met." Sue added.

"Another couple huh?, Will I like them?" Budd asked.

"Yes, I think so. See you soon." added Sue and then quickly hung up.

"You'll like Budd. He's a real charmer." 

"I'll look forward to it." Elizabeth said as she squeezed her husbands leg. 

Years of experience told Keith that Elizabeth was on the prowl and she wanted Sue in a bad way. It would be Keith's job to guage Sue's husband, to see if he would be open to letting the two women explore each other. Keith was a good judge on such things and would be the first to make mention if he felt it would be acceptable to both parties.

Budd walked into the bar only a few moments later, found Sue and introduced himself to Elizabeth and Keith. 

"Got a little catching up to do Budd. Can I buy you your first drink?" Keith asked.

"Sure. I'll have whatever your having." Budd replied.

"Beer okay then?" Keith asked.

"Beer it is."

The two couples sat and drank for another half hour and Elizabeth began stroking Keiths leg as an indication that she wanted to know if it was going to be a twosome or moresome that night. She had slipped her shoes off and reached across the table and began rubbing them against Sue's legs.

At first Sue wasn't sure what to do, but the alcohal helped ease any fears she had and she opened her legs for Elizabeth. Sue looked at Budd and whispered in his ear,

"I think Elizabeth wants to eat my pussy."

Budd just looked at her, smiled and said aloud,

"Then let her." 

Keith picked up on what was said and knew that Elizabeth was anxious to see if they were the swinging type.

"Yes Sue, let her." Keith looked Sue directly in the eye as he said it, letting her know that it was exactly what Elizabeth wanted and he was okay with it.

"Perhaps we should pay our tab and go someplace a little less expensive." he added.

"You have someplace in mind?" asked Budd.

"Your welcome at our house. It's only a short drive from here and I can assure you the drinks are free there." replied Keith.

"What do you say Sue? Wanna have some fun?" Elizabeth practically purred as she watched Sue's reaction.

"Um. I've never done anything like this. I'm nervous." Sue said somewhat embarrased.

"You needn't be Sue. Your a gorgeous woman. I think your really hot." replied Elizabeth, eager to get her hands on her.

Keith and Budd let the woman flirt a moment longer when Budd said,

"Well, I think your pretty hot yourself Elizabeth and I'd love to see you eating my wifes pussy. It's okay if I watch isn't it?"

"I'd like that very much Budd. Maybe she could suck your cock while I lick her pussy?" Elizabeth said hoping that Sue would agree.

"Hell yes!" Budd replied almost too fast.

Sue was still unsure but agreed anyways. The couples left the booth they were sitting at, paid their bill and walked outside. It was dark and the city lights, along with a fair amount of booze, made everything sparkle. Sue never felt so exhilerated and free. 

"Just follow us. It's only a few minutes from here." Keith told Budd.

"Do you want to leave one car here?" He added.

"No, it'll be okay. Sue can follow me and I'll follow you."

They couples each went to their own automobile and the train of cars began to leave the multi level parking garage one by one. As it happend, Sue wound up following Elizabeth and Budd brought up the rear.

Sue was busy two-waying Budd while Elizabeth was doing the same with Keith, when he suggested that perhaps she drive a little faster while he slowed down, just so Elizabeth could get Sue alone for a few minutes. 

Keith smiled to himself for being so clever. He would slow down just a bit and get caught by a red light or two while Elizabeth would speed up just enough so Sue would have to do the same to follow. Assuming that Sue was still going to follow through, it would give the two a chance to get comfortable with each other. Little did either of them realize just how good an idea it would turn out to be.

As Elizabeth speed up, Sue did the same and the women were nearly a quarter mile ahead of Keith before the first red light stopped him. Sue barely realized that Budd and Keith were not behind here anymore as she and Budd were constantly talking on their phones to each other.

"I'm getting nervous Budd. What if..." Sue didn't get a chance to finish as Budd cut her off by saying,

"Just relax. If you don't feel it's right, then don't do anything. Besides I'll be there the whole time."

"Yah, your right. Besides, Elizabeth is attractive and she has pretty big boobs too." said Sue, somewhat embarassed that she commented on them.

"You noticed that too? I think she's brought out a little tiger in you. I can't wait to see you two together." 

Budd played with the rise in his pants as he drove, oblivious to the fact that he could no longer see his wife's car. Budd heard an all too familiar 'beep-beep' on his cell phone telling him his battery was about to die. 

"I don't know if I can Budd. I'm so nervous." 

Sue wasn't yet aware that Budd's phone had died. She continued,

"But the thought of her eating my pussy while you watch is making me very horny. Would you like it if I licked her pussy while she sucked on Keith's cock?"

Sue waited for Budd's excited reply, knowing her husband well enough to know that his cock would be getting hard just at the thought of her and Elizabeth together.

"What's the matter honey, your hands too busy stroking yourself to beep me back?"

Again, no reply. Sue smiled and knew that Budd was going to have the time of his life, and so was she.

They had talked about Sue with another woman many times and it always led to great sex, Budd would always get so hard and horny. When that happened, Sue would just let him do his thing while she enjoyed the ride. 

Her eye's would close and she'd bury her head in a pillow while he fucked her from behind. Her moans would get louder and louder the harder he pumped. Little did Budd know, or care for that matter, that Sue would be fantasizing about having an other woman to pleasure while getting fucked by Budd.

Sue told herself to stop thinking about it or she might just rip Elizabeth's clothes off her once she walked through their door. She reached down to feel her soaking pussy, rubbing her clit ever so lightly. If ever there was a time she thought she couldn't be with a woman, now was not that time.

A few moments later Elizabeth turned into her driveway and motioned for Sue to park by the curb. She took Sue by the arm and escorted her into the house. It was all Sue could do to keep from grabbing Elizabeth and kissing her right there. She refrained, but it took quite a bit of control.

Elizabeth told Sue to get comfortable while she made them each a drink. Given the time to relax for a moment, Sue looked around the house and thought it nice. 

Sue noticed the few sculptures standing here and there, a picture on the wall was a portrait of Elizabeth in a younger year. What drew her attention was Elizabeths hands. She missed it at first, but when she looked closer, the portrait showed Elizabeth with a cocktail in her right hand and a man's cock in her left. The artist took great care trying to disguise that little detail.

Elizabeth watched Sue admiring the portrait on the wall for a moment before saying,

"Thats my husbands cock in my hand."

"What? Oh! Is it really?"

"Yes. The artist who painted that is a friend of mine. She really captured the moment, don't you think?"

"Um, yah. I guess so. I'm not really knowledgeable on art." Sue proclaimed.

"Well, you don't have to be. You either like what you see or you don't. It's that simple with art."

"Was your husband really erect like that when she painted it."

"When he started to go soft, I would play with him and suck him until he was hard again." Elizabeth told her.

"Weren't you embarassed. I mean, to have your friend watch you do that?" 

Sue became intrigued and imagined herself being painted like that.

"No. Not at all. As a matter of fact, my friend joined us and we all had quite a bit of fun. Especially Keith. He loves to watch."

Elizabeth took great pleasure in watching Sue's reactions. She saw how flushed Sue's face became and Elizabeth could feel her own wetness soaking her panties.

"What do you think Budd would do?"

"How do you mean?" ask Sue.

"Would he watch or would he wanna participate?"

"If I we're being painted you mean?" 

"Sure. If you were being painted holding his cock in your hand. Would he like that?" 

Elizabeth was teasing Sue, testing her. Guaging what she would and could do and where she might draw the line. 

"Oh, well, I think he'd be all for it. We've talked alot about having a third person in bed with us. I know he'd really get into that. We even put it on our list of things to do."

"What about you Sue. Would you get into it?" ask Elizabeth.

"I don't know. If the circumstances were right, I suppose I might like to try it." Sue lied. She could barely keep herself from kissing Elizabeth at the exact moment.

"What would Budd due if he walked through that door and saw us kissing?"

It was time for Elizabeth to push the envelope to it's limits. Time to see if Sue was willing to let herself go. To let herself become part of a new experience. To be had, taken, to succumb to the wants and desires of others.

Sue stood for a moment thinking about what Elizabeth had just asked. Her heart began to beat faster. Her breasts felt the need to be touched. Her nipples ached to be sucked and her pussy was wetter than she could ever remember.

Elizabeth didn't ask, she didn't tell Sue she was going to do anything, she just did it. Elizabeth took a step towards Sue, reached up to her face and kissed her full on the lips. 

As Elizabeth's lips meet Sue's, she felt a weakness in her knee's, a sudden urge to sit down or fall down. Sue knew that this night would be like no other before and she wanted it more than ever. All thoughts of where Budd was or what was keeping him had left her head. It was her turn to explore something new.

Instivtively, Sue's lips parted as Elizabeth kissed her again. Their tongues swirled as each tilted thier heads and opened their mouths. A simple kiss made Sue so wet she felt the juices run down her legs. Sue needed to be touched, needed to be naked and most definitely need to cum.

Elizabeth, getting no resistance from Sue, reached up with her free hand and placed it on Sue's breast. She could feel the stiff nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. 

The busniess suit she was wearing was peeled off little by litte. The jacket was gently placed over the couch, the designer shoes kicked off, the nylons discarded and the blouse unbuttoned and tossed on the floor. Sue sat nearly naked in front of Elizabeth and she didn't have a care in the world.

Elizabeth stood for a moment to admire Sue's shapely body. Just as she thought, Sue had a slender waist and nice hips. Her breasts were covered in a Body by Victoria's Secret bra that matched her panties. Elizabeth would soon remove both, but wanted to take in the vision of her soon to be conquest.

"You have an exquisite body Sue. I want to touch you so badly." said Elizabeth.

Without saying a word, Sue reached behind her and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the couch. She then stood up and pulled her matching panties too the floor and stood there for Elizabeth to look at.

Elizabeth wasted no time and kissed Sue's neck, putting one hand on her breast and letting the other drop to Sue's pussy. 

"Mmm. Your so wet Sue." 

"I know," 

Sue replied somewhat embarassed before adding, 

"I think that your making me that way."




The List



Without saying another word, the two women began kissing and touching each other. Sue helped Elizabeth get naked and stared at her large breasts and cleanly shaved pussy which matched her own shaven look. 

Sue had just began to suck on Elizabeth's large breasts when Keith and Budd walked through the front door. 

"Holy shit, Sue!" Budd exclaimed with a broad smile on his face. "Don't stop on my account." he added.

Keith allowed Budd a moment to enjoy the view before asking if he'd like another beer or something else to drink. Budd redily accepted a beer as Keith told him to relax and sit in the chair opposite of the women.

Sue wasn't sure how Budd would react at first, but when she saw his ear to ear smile, she knew that he was enjoying himself. She also knew she couldn't stop anyways and didn't try.

"Damn Sue. You and Elizabeth look so hot together. I might have to sit here and whack off." 

Budd had long forgotten his beer as he sat and watched his wife kissing and fondling Elizabeth. It was better then he ever imagined it could be and he was never more excited in his life. 

"Why don't you tell Budd to get naked for us Sue." offered Elizabeth.

"You heard our hostess. Get naked Budd." 

Budd kicked off his shoes then stood up to remove his shirt and pants. Sue looked Budd straight in the eye as he did so and waited to see his already erect cock spring from his shorts. 

"Oh Look Elizabeth. I think someone wants to come out and play." Sue purred licking her lips as she did.

"Why don't you sit here and spread your legs for him Sue. I'll rub your clit and get you nice and wet." said Elizabeth.

"Too late. I've been wet for some time now." Sue said while looking Budd straight in the eye.

"Then touch my pussy and feel how wet I am Sue. I think Budd would love to see you do that, right Budd?"

"Hell Yah!" Was his only reply as he slowly stroked his cock.

Sue didn't need further encouraging as she leaned down and tasted Elizabeths sweet pussy. She positioned herself so that her shapely ass was pointed in Budd's direction. As if she was inviting him to take her right there. Budd resisted this temptation, but found it a difficult task.

"Mmmm, Sue. You do that like a pro. If you keep it up I'll be screaming like a wild woman." Elizabeth told her.

Sue felt another rush go straight to her pussy and knew that her own juices were running down her inner thighs. She reached back and began rubbing her clit as she continued to lick Elizabeth. 

A few moments later, Elizabeths breathing became louder and shorter, almost as if she was gasping for air, but it was only the first of many orgasms that night.

"Oh God. I'm going to cum already Sue. Your going to make me cum. Yes, thats it, right there!" 

Elizabeth's body shook and trembled as she held Sue's head close to her. Not letting her pull away as she ground her vagina againts Sue's tongue and had another, even more powerful orgasm.

Sue was busy with her own orgasm as she rubbed her clit harder and faster with each passing moment. Her own scream was muffled by Elizabeth's pussy. Still, it was almost overpowering as Sue slumped over catching her breath.

"Should I dim the lights?" asked Keith.

"Just a little honey, then come over here and watch me eat Sue's pussy while you fuck me." said Elizabeth.

Keith was never shocked by anything his wife did, but this came close. He had never seen Elizabeth so agressive before, but he wasn't about to comment on it either.

"Would you like that Budd? Seeing me eat your wife's pussy as Keith fucks me from behind?" 

"At this point, it's anything goes." he said.

"Budd. I wanna suck your cock while she eats me. Come here and show Elizabeth your big hard cock."

Budd was only too happy to accomodate Sue. Never before had she been so brazen, so wild, so uninhibited and he was loving every minute of it. He quickly removed his pants and underware and let his engorged cock spring out.

Sue wasted no time as she tood Budd's cock into her mouth, licking and sucking on the head, then plunging it deep into her mouth. She was practiced at deep throating and put her skills to immediate use.

The sight of Sue's legs spread and Elizabeths head between them was almost more than Budd could handle. He could feel the sperm welling up in his loins. It would only be moments before he came if he didn't do something different right away.

He pulled his cock from Sue's mouth and looked for his beer, for anything that might distract his mind from cumming too quickly. It would'nt work as Sue began to moan loudly as Elizabeth's tongue worked furiously on her clit. 

"Ooh God. Liz that feels so good. Your gonna make me cum." 

Sue's breathing was becoming short and fast as her orgasm began to build. Sue reached up and grabbed ahold of Budd's cock and moaned louder still.

"Budd, she's gonna make me cum. I wanna cum Budd. Let me cum." Sue pleaded to her husband.

"Hell yah! Go for it babe. I'll cum with you." Budd replied.

"Oh fuck! Oh Yes. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

The words were almost a whisper as Sue couldn't hold off any longer. She let go of Budd's cock and grabbed ahold of Elizabeth's head, grinding her pussy against her tongue and then holding everything still as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed though her body.

Budd just stared at his wife as she lifted her ass off the couch and pressed Elizabeth's head closer to her. Budd stroked his cock only a few times and then shot his cum all over his wife's neck and face. Little drops of semen fell from his cock and onto her pert breasts. His knees nearly buckled from the giant release of cum. He stood holding onto the arm of the couch trying to catch his breath.

Elizabeth, having accomplished her goal of making Sue cum diverted her attentions to her husband. She had Keith sit on the couch and then straddled his cock. Her back to his chest so that Sue and Budd could watch Keith's cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

Elizabeth reached down and began to rub her clit as Keith increased his speed, making Elizabeth moan and say outloud,

"Yah baby! Thats it! Fuck me hard. I want Sue and Budd to see how you fuck me. Hmm, that feels so good."

Sue sat and watched, rubbing her own clit slowly as the sensations of her own orgasm still had her very sensitive. She was soaking wet, so she slid two fingers inside herself, then lifted them up for Budd to taste. Looking at him she said,

"Budd, I want you to fuck me while I eat Elizabeth's pussy."

Sue got on her hands and knees in front of Elizabeth. She positioned herself between the couples legs and waited for a moment, taking in the scent of Elizabeths sex, watching Keith's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. 

Without urging, she stuck her tongue out and tasted another womans juices for the second time. She licked on Elizabeth's clit, her tongue touching Keith's cock in the process. 

The sensations of her soft, smooth vagina and the constant motion of Keith's cock was enough to send Sue over the edge. Her orgasm needed only a touch from Budd's cock to send her over the edge.

As soon as Budd slide his cock inside Sue, she cried out,

"Oh MY GOD! I'm cumming again Budd. Jeez, fuck me hard Budd, harder. Oh God does that feel good."

Sue was lost in the moment. She dove her mouth onto Elizabeth's clit and licked her as fast and hard as she could. She reached up with her right hand and played with Keith's balls and sucked on Elizabeth's clit. It was just enough for each of them to reach their own orgasms.

"Yes Sue, thats it, right there, right there. Ohh. Yes, I'm cumming. Fuck me! Keith she's making me cum."

Hearing Elizabeth's words and having Sue's hands on his balls pushed Keith to his limits as he exploded inside his wife with such force that some of his cum gushed out of her pussy. Sue tasted his salty cum and pushed it around Elizabeth's doaking wet vagina.

Budd had regained his erection enough to the point that he came again as he watched his wife devour their hostess' pussy. He was too far gone to care about her hands on his balls, in fact, it only excited him more. He really wanted to see her take his cock in her mouth and deep throat Keith like Sue did to himself.

"Pull his cock out babe, lick his cum off and kiss Elizabeth." Budd demanded of Sue.

She eagerly took Keith's engorged member into her mouth, tasting Elizabeth's juice and his cum together. She sucked on it making sure she got some of his cum in her mouth than sat up and kissed Elizabeth, sharing the tastes with her.

Both women kissed and touched and kissed some more. Both women rubbed each others pussy's until the other came one more time. Both woman sucked and played with the others nipples and breasts and both women took their husbands to bed and stroked and sucked them each to one more orgasm until they were all too exhausted to do anything more than sleep.

The next morning, Keith got up, cleand up the house and prepared breakfast, waiting for his guests and wife to rise. He took the hidden video camera from it's spot and rewound the tape. He made a copy and then placed it on the table. It read, BUDD and SUE.

When Budd awoke, he looked at Sue still asleep and knew that he was the luckiest man alive to have such a wife who could let herself go so uninhibitedly and yet still be so devoted. 

When Sue woke up only a few moments later, she felt a little embarassed until she got a knowing smile from Budd, only then did she know things were going to be alright. She told him she loved him and he did the same. They got dressed and tried to sneak out of the house, but were surprised when they saw Keith sitting at the table reading a paper.

"Um, Were gonna head out." said Sue sheepishly.

"Yah, thanks for a great time." Budd added.

Keith just smiled and handed them the video tape and told them how much he and Elizabeth enjoyed their company. No mention of wanting to do it again, no pressure of wanting to stay in touch. It was a fun evening shared by consenting adults. What ever happened, happened and it would stay within the walls of that house.

It was customary for him to wait for the guests to leave before waking his wife with the video of the previous night and then having another round of sex with her. They would spend the day in bed, touching, kissing, sucking and fucking until they were again exhausted. 

Elizabeth would return to work on monday, Keith would go back to his sales office and Budd and Sue would scratch off their list of things to do the words, 3-some/moresome.



The List



I won't even let you think about this...

As we stand in your room, I am the one who holds all the power. You will do as I say and you will not question nor disobey. Please note, for every discomfort, there will be a comfort.

Here begins your list:

1) Remove your shoes - that's right. Take off your shoes and socks.

2) Remove your jeans - unzip them, unbutton them and take them off.

3) Leave on the tighty whities...I am not ready to see that yet. - Do you feel vulnerable? -

4) Sit now, on the edge of this bench that stays at the end of the bed. The bench is hard and you will soon feel the need to adjust yourself, but you may not until I tell you you can. Understand?

5) Don't wiggle now, just sit while I get a container of warm water. As I leave the room for a moment you are instructed to place your arms at your side - you may not touch anything...just sit. And wait. And wonder.

6) I return with the warm water and I see you are watching me. You are not allowed to watch me so...

7) You must take this silk scarf and hide your eyes...cover them so you are in the dark and cannot see what I am doing. Your ears will see for you...you will hear what is happening.

8) I place the container on the floor...I lift one of your feet then the other and place them in the warm water. Doesn't that feel nice? I wash your feet, a soft cloth and a few suds soften them. A few minutes later the water begins to cool and I remove one foot and dry it thoroughly with the towel. Now the second one is removed and dried.

9) I remove the container and place it out of the way. You cannot see but you can hear my movements. I am back on the floor by your feet.

10) I take the lotion in my hand...it was also in the container so the lotion would be warm to the touch. I massage one foot - the toes, the ball of your foot, the heel, the ankle. I work my way up your calf a little bit, your hand reaches for me. Bad, bad...you may not touch. Do that again and the other foot will will suffer and not get the same attention.

11) Good boy...now the other foot, my hands knead and caress - the lotion allowing me to slide along easily. I work my way up your calf again, your knee, your thigh. I see you are needing more than this and that is good. But I am not done with you. As a matter of fact I have only just begun - but it's good to watch you struggle with what is happening in the crevice between your legs. It's beautiful by the way. And I am only seeing it through cloth.

12) Back down your leg I move and now again I take the towel and remove the excess lotion. I rub the towel over your toes, the ball of your foot - the heel - the ankle. I work my way up your calf and thigh. Ah yes...it is obvious you need me...but for now...you may not have me.

13) "OK" I tell you..."you were a pretty good boy". Now I move you to the chair and its seat is much more comfortable. What was that? Did your hand brush my breast as I helped you cross the floor? Bad...very bad...don't make me get my paddle. Another mistake and that is what you will content with.

14) You are still blindfolded...all you see is darkness but you can hear everything. "Remove your shirt now. I want to see your bare chest." You obey and I take the shirt from you and toss it to the side. You won't need that for a while.

15) You hear me now...I am breathing a bit heavier and you know my anticipation matches your own. You hear the sound of my own zipper as I remove my jeans. The whisper of cloth that falls from my shoulders and you know I am almost naked before you.

16) I tell you I am wearing a lacy bustier...it does not cover my breasts but instead pushes them up and out and my nipples are hard and they long for your mouth. I see you licking your lips but you may not have them you can only imagine them. I tell you I am playing with them myself and that I am dripping wet as I do so. I reach one hand down and feel my very wet pussy, my fingers play with the clit and I am telling you this but you cannot see it for yourself. I push one finger inside - then another until I am on the edge but I am strong and will wait.

17) "Keep your hands by your side" I tell you and then I lean in to your mouth for a very deep kiss. Ah Ah Ah...I saw you almost raise your hand to touch me...You May Not Touch Me. But you didn't...the thought of the paddle on that sweet ass warming it up helps to keep you in line.

18) Now I tell you "Open your mouth for me - you tasted my kiss now you will taste the juices on my fingeers - lick them clean so I don't have to."

19) You are a good boy. I pull my fingers from your mouth and touch your forehead. I trace a line down your face, over the blindfold, the tip of your nose, across your lips, your chin, down your neck to your throat. Now I follow with tiny kisses and I am leaning close - you can smell my scent, feel my skin on your cheek as I lean in to kiss you once more. I feel you quiver under my spell...and I know you want to reach out but you behave.

20) I step back, you can hear the soft pull of my panties as they glide over my hips, down my legs and I kick them off as they land on the floor. I turn my back to you - "Unhook this thing" I instruct you. You reach up under the influence of the blindfold and take the two sides of my bustier in your hands. The hooks are a struggle but you manage. You hear me take it off and again I toss it to the side.

21) "Touch my breasts" I tell you and I can see the bulge between your legs stiffen even more if that is possible. Your hands are gentle yet firm and you cover my nakedness with them and my longing increases at your touch.

22) "Enough!" I say - you are getting too comfortable..."Stand Now!" And you do...and my fingers slip under the elastic and I pull what remains of your clothing down your hips, your legs and command you to step out of them as they hit the floor. "Very very nice" I say...I have your attention completely.

23) You are to remain standing now - put your hands behind your back - and you hear me go to my knees. I want to taste you, my mouth waters at the thought and I wrap my hand around the base of your throbbing cock and I run my tongue up the underside and inhale the tip deep into my throat and stroke you several times this way.

24) As I continue to tease your glorious jewels my fingertips dance across the inside of your thights...the sensation is mind numbing and I feel your arching and I can tell it's time to stop or the end will come too soon.

25) "Sit again" I tell you and you obey. I walk behind you and command you to lean forward. My hands stretch on your back and I massage your shoulders and the muscles that are strung - the sides of your spine and I make a fist and use that strength to knead the tired places. You are relaxing a bit. "Now sit back up."

26) I can hardly stand this now - I come to you and tell you to give me your hand - just one and you bring it forth and I place it on my pussy and although it needs no extra encouragement I tell you to fuck me with your fingers...and you comply as usual and now I am arching my back and trying to hold your fingers in with the muscles deep inside and I tell you to use your other hand and caress my breasts...and you comply. After a moment I tell you to stop and now stand again and I will guide you to the bed where you will lie on your back. Once more I am inclined to touch you and I place both hands on your chest and reach down with my mouth and lick your nipple...first one then the other and I go back and forth like that for a few moments.

27) Finally I tell you to remove the blindfold and you do and you blink against the soft glow of light that is coming from the hallway and shines over us ever so slightly. "You still may not touch - place your hands by your side or above your head" and you choose to place them above your head and I see you holding on to the headboard of the bed grasping it as you want to grasp me but you are not allowed.

28) I come to you now and straddle myself over you for it is my favorite place to be...and my back is to you and I bend just so and tell you to make me want you more than anything with just your mouth and I will do the same for you at the same time.

29) "Ah yes...that is a good boy" and my juices flow over your cheek and at the same time I taste yours and I know that it is time.

30)"Stop" I tell you, although at the moment that is the hardest thing for me to say for I am ripe and ready and I know you are as well but I must show that I am the strong one. 

31) Now I turn to face you and you can see me and I am looking into your eyes...deep into your eyes as I straddle your frame, a leg on either side of your hips and gently...ever so gently I take you in my hand and guide you into my cunt until the position is perfect and I can ease completely down your beautiful shaft and find myself sitting on you...actually sitting on you and you are so deep inside me I can almsot feel it touch the inside of my spine. 

32) "Move with me" I tell you - "Let me feel you" and I rise and lower as you come to meet me each time. My heart is pounding, my legs quiver, my juices flow freely and you continue to thrust and this is what I call being fabulously fucked and I tell you "Now you may finish" and suddenly I feel your explosion inside me...and that brings me to my own flushed conclusion as I arch my back once again and tighten the muscles to hold on to you as long as possible and receive every precious drop you offer.

33) And when we are finished, completely spent, breathing coming in short gasps - sweat glistening on us both I tell you how amazing your are. How you undeniably fill me, not only my body but my the most erotic part of me - my mind. I tell you I love you and I will always need you and I will most certainly always want you to be the one and only to take care of these needs for me - for I am very needy. And although I will allow you to rest now...I want you prepared for round two in a few hours...



The List



"Hey, here you go. Here's a list of women's ten most common sexual fantasies," Michelle said, looking up from her laptop to see the reaction of her coworker.

Nate looked at her blankly, but he fully intended her to get the idea that he was listening and interested.

"The top three are: sex at work; sex in an elevator; and, being forced to have sex or forcing somebody to have sex."

Nate remained expressionless. "I suppose you've done them all."

"I have NOT!" the beautiful brunette replied briskly.

"Two out of three?"

"Stop it, Nate. This is why they are listed as fantasies," Michelle said.

Nate smiled. "So, you've at least thought about doing them."

Michelle shrugged. "Maybe."

If anybody at the company knew what Michelle fantasized about, it was Nate. In the two years they worked together, they dated in phases ranging from occasional acquaintances to virtually domestic partners. Each cycle ended with an extended cooling down period. And oddly, at no time had they ever actually had sex.

The current phase was heating up and weeks of sexual tension had been building between the marketing department whiz kids. Michelle with her cheerleader body and face and Nate with his classic big city good looks seemed made for each other, at least in the eyes of their fellow employees.

They worked for another twenty minutes before Michelle announced she was heading to the snack room for a candy bar. Nate watched her lovely ass sway inside her short skirt as she turned the corner. He listened to her heels click in the hallway, each step getting softer until silence returned to the office.

Michelle suspected they were alone. It wasn't unusual when they were working on a deadline project. Since they were both single, leaving at seven or eight was not the end of the world and the company was good at making it up to them. Besides, they liked each others company...most of the time.

She inserted her dollar and made a selection. The candy bar rattled to the bottom of the vending machine and she pulled it out. Michelle began opening it on the way back to the office, oblivious to her surroundings.

She took one bite as she approached the reception area. Michelle heard, or sensed, the oncoming footsteps behind her, but didn't have time to turn before the hands were on her.

"Put the candy bar down, Michelle. I have something much better for you than that."

Nate didn't try to disguise his voice. Perhaps that was what kept Michelle from crying out at the surprise of his 'attack'. She put the candy bar on the top of the receptionist's desk and allowed Nate to push her steadily toward the elevators.

He had her by both arms, pulled slightly behind her. Nothing about his actions hurt her, but Michelle was powerless in his strong grip. They neared the elevator doors.

"Push the up button," Nate said.

He let go of one hand and Michelle complied. He quickly took hold of her again. They waited in silence for a few seconds, and then the door slid open. Nate pushed Michelle into the dimly lit, mirrored space.

She could feel her heart pounding faster. Fear mixed with anticipation. Part of Michelle suspected Nate was being playful, but another small part of her didn't know. The elevator door closed behind them.

In the mirror, she saw him slam his palm against the big, red Stop button.

"Nate. What are you...," she began to say.

"I think it's time we start working on your list," he said.

"My list?"

"Your sexual fantasies. If we do this right, the top three can be scratched off right now. You are going to be forced to have sex, at work, in an elevator," Nate said, pressing hard enough into Michelle's back that she was driven against the wall.

Michelle felt the unmistakable hardness of his erection on her ass. Nate ground himself into her a little more and moved his hands to the front of her blouse.

"If that article is true, and if you're honest about your own fantasies, then they should be able to hear you in the next building by the time we're done," Nate said.

His hand cupped her right breast. He felt her bra under the thin material of the blouse and he rolled his palm over the fullness of her twenty eight year old chest. Nate buried his face in her neck, under the flowing brown hair.

"Pretend I'm that VP you've been lusting after. Charles. Isn't that his name, Michelle? Pretend I'm Charles and he wants to talk to you about a promotion. You'd do anything to work for him, wouldn't you Michelle?"

She tried not to smile at Nate's use of her own confessions against her. She was about to speak when she felt his hands unbuttoning the top of her blouse. He had released some of the pressure against her body, but Michelle continued to press her hands against the mirrored wall. She peered straight ahead, but was looking into the intense eyes of her colleague.

Michelle watched the top two buttons being undone. She saw her white bra come into view and Nate's hand slide inside the blouse, coming to rest on her left breast. The sense of being violated was lessened by her awareness of the 'assailant'. However, Michelle found the whole experience still to be incredibly stimulating.

Nate lingered inside her blouse before quickly opening the remaining buttons and yanking the shirt out of Michelle's skirt. She saw him admiring her chest in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the lust was obvious.

Nate reached up and unhooked Michelle's bra. The release of the tension on her ample breasts was welcomed, but that was quickly overshadowed by Nate's lifting of her bra and squeezing of her ultra-sensitive nipples.

"Oh God, Nate. No! Not here. Somebody might...oh God! Nate!"

Prior instances of foreplay by the couple had taken them this far. Nate knew Michelle was putty in his hands if he concentrated on her nipples. Now it was time to take her to the next level.

"Yes, Michelle. Here...and now," he whispered in her ear while playing with her tits. "It's your fantasy and I'm going to make it come true."

His left hand continued to massage her breast. But Nate's right hand drifted down her body and onto her leg. He reached for the bottom of her skirt and slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh. He could feel her body stiffen. His cock responded in kind.

Unconsciously, Michelle dropped a hand behind her and clutched at Nate's crotch. Once she had the outline of his cock firmly in her palm, she gripped him harder. They both moaned for the first time.

Nate's hand had risen to the bottom of her panties. A quick move onto her pussy confirmed what he suspected: she was soaking wet.

"Ohhhh. So you DO like this?" he said to her.

Michelle didn't answer. At least, not verbally. When Nate's fingers began probing the moist surroundings of her pussy and clit, she let her body talk for her. She gyrated under his touch, simultaneously trying to avoid his fingers and seeking them out. Meanwhile, she stroked him faster and he reached maximum erection.

Nate lifted her skirt with both hands. He let it collect around her waist, the tiny panties underneath now in full view. He clutched at her ass, squeezing the cheeks until Michelle squealed with pleasure.

Little time was wasted. Nate grabbed the panties and yanked them down her legs while the outline of his fingers could still be seen on her cheeks. Michelle felt the cool air of the elevator rush up her legs and loiter around her pussy. Her juices intensified the sudden rush of air. She felt vulnerable, and very naked.

Close beside them, the whoosh of the other elevator flying past reminded them where they were...and what they were doing.

"I think it's time to officially mark these things off the list, Michelle. Are you ready? Are you ready to be fucked?" Nate asked while pressing his body against her.

Michelle shook her head.

"Good girl," Nate said softly. "Don't give in. Because I'm going to force you to enjoy this. I'm going to MAKE you scream when you cum."

It took him half a minute to open his pants and pull out his cock. Michelle couldn't see it yet, but she certainly felt it when Nate finally rested the cock on top of her bare ass. The warm shaft fell into the crack of her ass and she felt her entire body shudder.

Nate grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back.

"Spread your legs," he demanded.

Michelle complied, adding to her sense of a complete lack of control. She leaned on the wall.

She felt the tip of Nate's cock at the entrance to her cunt. She'd never had sex like this before—from behind, standing. She wondered for an instant how it would feel. Would it be better? Worse? Did she have to do anything different?

The answers came quickly. Nate pushed forward with a sudden, near-violent thrust and his cock entered Michelle with surprising ease.

"Oh God!" Michelle shouted.

Nate held her in place, his balls resting on her ass during the couple of seconds before he pulled out. He re-entered her and Michelle gasped a second time. Then the fucking began in earnest.

Nate grunted with each thrust. Michelle exhaled in rhythm with Nate's piston-like cock. The size and rigidity of the shaft shocked her, but she couldn't deny the effect it was having on her. The smell of their sex began to fill the small space.

When Nate was confident Michelle was firmly in place and capable of accepting his rapid-fire fucking, he moved his hands back up to her tits and massaged them roughly.

In the mirrored wall, he saw her mouth hang open, although no words came out.

"C'mon, Michelle. Accept it. You're going to cum and you can't stop it. Your nipples are about to explode and your clit is throbbing. I can feel your juices running down my cock. Now cum!"

Her mind fought him. Her body screamed out for more. His hands seemed to be everywhere, and everywhere he touched made her want to orgasm. But not here; not now.

Michelle was practically in tears by the time her body gave in. She felt the familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach. She felt it deep inside her pussy. It was like a wave with nothing in its way. Michelle couldn't prevent it from crashing over her. 

"Fuck, no! Nate! Stop! Ahhhhhh!"

"Yes, Michelle," Nate said in the loudest voice he had used so far. "Yes! You're going to cum. Fight it as much as you want."

Instead, she forced her ass back into Nate's body. His throbbing cock filled her cunt and slammed along the walls of her vagina. Fingers rolled her nipples and pulled on them while she yelled her approval.

Finally, she cried out and was lost in the most intense orgasm she ever had. Her little hands clung to the wooden railing. Her cunt gladly accepted the full pounding provided by Nate's cock. Michelle wobbled on uncertain legs as the orgasm rose and fell, returned and subsided, never near the end.

In time, Nate was literally holding her up by smashing her against the wall, continuing to propel his cock up into her soaking wet cunt. Just when she seemed ready to collapse, Michelle lifted herself off Nate's cock and rotated to face him. She fell to her knees and opened her mouth. Before he knew what was happening, she had her lips around his cock.

Nate watched her long brown hair flop in all directions as Michelle frantically sucked him off. He was already close to cumming, and the tightness of her mouth made it impossible for him not to orgasm.

The first shot of cum caught her by surprise with its force and volume. She gagged momentarily, allowed excess semen to drip out the sides of her mouth, and accepted the next couple blasts without faltering. By the time Nate thought he was done, Michelle's mouth and chin were covered with white cum.

He watched in amazement as Michelle used her tongue and forefinger to clean up the mess. Then she kissed his cock and looked up at her coworker.

"Holy shit!" Nate moaned.

"Think anybody heard us?" Michelle asked as she rose to her feet.

"Who the fuck cares. Get dressed and I'll get us out of here," Nate said.

###

As with most young dating couples, trust was a major stumbling block with Michelle and Nate. Up until the elevator 'incident', Michelle was not willing to confide in Nate the amount of trust needed for her to prolong the relationship. But that single event changed her attitude considerably.

She enjoyed his spontaneity, not to mention the unbelievable sexual gratification he provided her. She was ready to follow him nearly anywhere after that.

"So, what's next on the list?" he asked her two days later at work.

Michelle looked surprised. "Well, I don't...I don't know. I mean, I'll have to look that up again."

"Do it."

She clicked away on the keyboard for a few minutes and managed to reproduce the article in question. "Ahh. Here we go," she said.

"Well?" Nate asked.

She read for a minute.

"OK. Number four is: 'Having sex with a person visiting the home, such as a person repairing the television or a sales person.'"

Nate looked at her intently, without saying a word. She understood his meaning immediately.

"Yeah. I think about that sometimes," she admitted.

Nate smiled. "I like this list more and more. How are you going to do it?"

Michelle shrugged. "Didn't I already tell you I'm having a home security system installed in the condo?"

Nate's eyes widened. "No. You never said anything to me. That's it!"

"But what if the guy is, like, eighty and fat and...," she started to say.

"C'mon, Michelle. These companies hire kids at minimum wage, or young guys out of work from other jobs. He may not be GQ material, but I bet you wouldn't turn him down," Nate said. "Besides, the fantasy is in the seduction. Let him fuck you. Have a good orgasm. Send him on his way never to be seen again."

"Where's the fun for you?" Michelle asked.

Nate grinned. "Why, thank you for thinking of me, and asking. I already thought about that. You're going to video the whole thing. Secretly, of course."

"Nate! Isn't that illegal or something?"

"Not if you use if for purely personal purposes," he replied, having no clue if that was factually sound or not.

Michelle stared at him, but he sensed she was buying it.

"I have the right to refuse if this guy's a loser," she said.

"Absolutely. Otherwise, I expect a good show."

Michelle threw a pen at him, hitting him squarely in the crotch.

###

Michelle truly didn't know how to dress to seduce a home security installer. Scenes from movies and TV shows flashed through her mind. She wavered between showing up in nothing but a thong, to some full-length coat that she could fling open to reveal her nakedness.

But Michelle wasn't an 'in your face' kind of girl when it came to tempting men. She preferred to offer glimpses of what lie beneath and let the guy decide whether it was worth pursuing or not. Of course, in this case, Michelle had somewhat of an obligation to make it work...and provide Nate with the video evidence.

It was this quandary that led her to pull out a pair of her skimpiest panties and her favorite football jersey. The jersey was definitely feminine; with a very low cut v-neck. It was a size too big, and any leaning forward on her part allowed a considerable view of Michelle's breasts. The shirt hung not quite halfway down her thighs. In all regards, it met her criteria of tempting, but not quite worthy of 'Desperate Housewives'.

Nate had provided the video camera, as well as instructions on how to start it. They decided a wide shot of the family room would be best. The installer would be working at both doors in the room, and there was plenty of furniture available for Michelle to use when the time was right.

She was a little torn between hoping he was a cute dude, and fuckable, and hoping he was an ugly, old man so she didn't have to go through with it. The installation company had given her a three hour window when he might show up, and a fitful half an hour passed before Michelle heard the door of his truck slam shut in the driveway.

Michelle turned on the camera and waited anxiously for the doorbell to ring. When it finally did, she took a deep breath, turned the knob, and opened the door.

Her heart was in her throat when she saw the face of the thirty year old man on her porch. He was almost cute; certainly fuckable. She allowed her eyes to quickly take in his tall, lean body while she let him in.

With the door closed behind them, Michelle realized she was now committed to making this guy want to have sex with her. He introduced himself as Jeff, and Michelle led him into the kitchen eating area where he could put his stuff on the table. She felt strangely slutty in her jersey and panties—and it excited her.

Jeff spent a few minutes explaining what he would be installing. Michelle was only half listening, unable to think of any questions for him when he asked if she had any. She was far more intent on watching his eyes capture brief glimpses of her body when he thought she wasn't looking. She, in turn, locked in on his crotch without being so coy about it. The game was on.

While Jeff began work on the sensor at the front door, Michelle made sure to do her chores well within his sight. They never exchanged words and Michelle avoided making eye contact. But her presence, alone, was enough to lay the groundwork for later.

In due course, Jeff made his way to the door leading from the family room to the back porch. This was Michelle's cue to pick up the pace and begin her pursuit in earnest. She waited for him to be on a ladder before starting the quest.

She walked over to the door and stood directly below him, her hands on her hips.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked, peering up at him.

"No, thanks. I'm fine," he said.

Just as she had planned, his glance downward was prolonged by a clear view down her jersey. Jeff's eyes seemed to be locked in place, long after he responded.

"How many of these do you have to do today?" Michelle asked.

Jeff's head jerked up as if he had been in a trance. With eye contact made once again, he replied, "Oh, uh, two more."

"Are they all the same? Or have you had any...interesting experiences?"

Michelle tilted her head to the side as she spoke and her meaning was obvious.

"Nah," Jeff said, drilling another screw into the door frame. "Nothing too interesting."

"Then all those stories must not be true," Michelle said as she made her way up into the kitchen.

"What stories?" Jeff said.

Michelle was in the refrigerator. "The stories of home repair guys having sex with their customers," she yelled out to him.

"Never happened to me," he replied.

He heard the refrigerator door slam shut and made the last adjustment to the sensor he just installed. When he looked down, Michelle was back in her place by the ladder, a bottle of beer in her hand. Jeff climbed down as Michelle took a drink, erotically slipping the bottle between her lips and back out again.

"It's hard to believe a woman hasn't tried to seduce a good looking guy like you," Michelle said.

Jeff grabbed the ladder and moved it across the room to the other door, Michelle trailing right behind. When Jeff looked at her again, she was holding the bottle against her breast on the outside of her jersey. He watched her rub the nipple, and then move the bottle to her other breast. By the time she was done, the cold moisture from the bottle had transferred through the jersey and both nipples were prominently displayed.

She took a drink, tilting her head back and jutting her breasts out even more.

"I guess I'm just unlucky," Jeff said, stepping up onto the ladder.

He was turned in such a way that Michelle had easy access to his crotch, which was now just below her eye level. She moved the bottle forward and dragged it slowly across the front of Jeff's jeans. The bulge of his cock was unmistakable. She moved over it twice.

"Sure you don't want anything?" she asked again.




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Jeff reached down and took the bottle. His eyes never left her jersey the entire time he drank nearly a third of what was left. Before he could hand back the beer, Michelle had her hand on his cock, pressing against the outline of his shaft.

She took the bottle, looked up at Jeff, and ran her tongue around the wet rim. She licked her lips and put the bottle on a table next to the couch.

As soon as she leaned back up, she reached for Jeff's zipper and pulled it down. He steadied himself the best he could on the ladder while Michelle groped for the opening in his underwear. Soon, she had Jeff's semi-erect cock out of his pants and firmly in her grasp.

"Well, I know what I want," Michelle said. "And today's your lucky day."

She ran her tongue up Jeff's cock from the base to the tip, lingering at the swollen head that was beginning to turn a bright pink. Michelle dabbed at it a couple times with her tongue and then gently closed her lips around it. In slow motion, she lowered her head until her lips hit his pants and the entire length of Jeff's cock was in her mouth.

She sucked harder as she pulled back, looking up at him with her large brown eyes. He had grown another inch in the short time she had him exposed. Two more trips up and down the shaft and he was fully erect.

"You better get down before you hurt yourself," Michelle told him.

She watched him step off the ladder, facing her, and with his cock pointing up in splendid hardness. She stepped towards him until they almost touched.

"Take off my jersey, Jeff."

Michelle knew that the way they stood in the room gave the hidden camera a perfect silhouette view. She thought of Nate as Jeff pulled up the bottom of her jersey and gradually revealed her full, firm breasts. He pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside while Michelle shook her hair back into place.

Her hand went immediately to his cock and Jeff ran his fingers over her distended nipples. Michelle stroked him faster as Jeff put both hands squarely on her tits and began to massage them. It only took a few seconds for his mouth to land on one breast, and then the other. His tongue, teeth, and lips worked over her nipples for the next couple minutes.

She had his pants open almost before he realized what she was doing. Michelle carefully pulled the pants and underwear over Jeff's cock, and then pushed them down his legs until they settled around his ankles.

Their bodies came together and they kissed. Michelle pushed her stomach against Jeff's aching cock, rubbing it with her skin until they both moaned. Jeff pulled her up by the ass so that he could feel the soft material of her tiny panties scraping across the bottom of his cock. He lowered himself just enough to allow the shaft to glide over her pussy and clit. Michelle's tongue confirmed her approval by searching out every corner of Jeff's mouth.

Michelle broke off the kiss and practically ripped Jeff's shirt off. In the meantime, he was frantically kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants. They were both nervous, eager, and extremely horny.

Jeff was naked. Michelle stood in front of him in just her panties, saying a prayer of thanks that the installation company not only sent a younger man, but a well-endowed younger man seemingly willing to fulfill Michelle's fantasy.

His eyes were all over her.

"Take it off, Jeff," she said. "Before I try to fuck you with it on."

Jeff smiled, reached for her panties, and dragged them down her legs while she was still talking. He admired the neatly shaven area around her pussy. Michelle stood with her legs together, but Jeff did not worry about whether or not he'd ever get to see the rest. It was a matter of how soon.

He stood back up and said, "Just tell me what you'd like."

She wrapped her hand around him once more and leaned next to his ear. "I want you to put that gorgeous cock inside my cunt and fuck me until I cum. Then I want you to spray your cum over my tits, Jeff. I want to see long streams of cum dripping off my nipples. That's what I'd like."

For the first time, Jeff showed a little aggression. He seized Michelle by the waist and flung her around so that she was near the couch. She gasped as he lifted her and drove her onto the couch. Michelle looked up as she lay on her back, watching his muscular body slide on top of her. The combination of force and pure lust nearly caused her to cry out to him to take her.

But she allowed him to go at his own speed, which was much to her liking. She spread her legs, helped by the pressure applied by Jeff. He paused only long enough to finally get the full view of her exposed pussy that he missed earlier. Then he placed his cock on the thin strip of dark hair above her clit and stroked her with it.

Michelle used her hand to press down on him, making sure his motions caused the cock to hit her swollen clit. She arched her back and closed her eyes as her desire to cum increased.

Jeff let his cock slide between her legs and into position between the wet folds of skin protecting her cunt. He already had his instructions, so he did not wait or ask for more. Jeff entered her wet hole.

"Oh God, yes!" Michelle cried out.

Jeff felt resistance for a second, and then the flow of Michelle's juices combined with his erection let him push on. Her body gripped him tightly, all the way up to his balls.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck," Michelle groaned with pleasure.

Jeff remained inside her as far as he could go. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her off the couch. He slid his knees forward a few inches, and then he was ready. Staring down into her desperate eyes, Jeff started to fuck the beautiful young woman.

He watched her tits roll on her chest in rhythm with their movements. Even though her eyes were closed now, it was as if she sensed his interest. Michelle put both hands up to her breasts and played with them. She rolled the nipples and pushed the tits up with her palms. Jeff fucked her harder.

"Yes, Jeff. Like that! Harder!"

The couch creaked under them as Jeff pounded faster. Their bodies smacked together with each thrust and Michelle exhaled loudly each time his cock drove into her. One of her hands slid down to her clit and she rubbed it furiously.

"Almost. God, yes! Almost...there."

"C'mon, Michelle. I want to hear you cum," Jeff told her.

She concentrated on the incredible feeling of his thick cock filling her cunt for the next couple minutes. If she'd been able to, Michelle would have gone all afternoon letting him fuck her wildly. But the orgasm she promised to capture on video for Nate was about to overtake her.

"Now! Now, Jeff. I'm cumming!"

He pulled her towards him, slamming into her cunt with hard, meaningful thrusts. Each of his grunts was matched by her moans.

"Yessssss!"

Michelle started to cum. Her body shook as she clutched at the cushions of the couch. Once the initial shock was over, she grabbed Jeff by the ass and held him closer. He never slowed down, and pounded her with his cock until the sounds of her soaking wet cunt filled the room.

Michelle rolled her head back and forth as the intensity of her orgasm took over. She wrapped her legs around Jeff's ass and dug her heels into his cheeks. She squeezed his cock as hard as she could with her cunt, using what little control she had left over her muscles to heighten their pleasure.

Jeff listened, and looked at the contorted face of the woman under him. Only when he determined that she was about finished cumming did he pull out.

Michelle's eyes flew open and she saw Jeff stroking his cock above her stomach. His mouth was open, but he didn't speak. His eyes closed for an instant and then he cried out.

"Ahhhhh, fuck yes!"

Michelle got her wish. Cum flew from the tip of Jeff's cock, landing first on her neck, and then starting to accumulate around her tits. Blast after blast added to the pool of cum. It dripped down her breasts and into her cleavage. It stuck to her nipples. It trailed down to her navel.

Jeff grunted twice more, but only a few extra drops of cum were produced.

Michelle smiled up at him.

"Wow! That was GREAT!" she exclaimed.

"You made it easy," Jeff said.

"And you have two more today?" she asked, spreading his cum over her tits with her fingers.

"Somehow I'm thinking this won't happen again today."

Michelle licked her middle finger sensuously.

"Then maybe you can come back later," she said with a wink.



The List Ch. 01



It all started one night when I was out for dinner with my family. My wife Lana and I, along with my brother and his wife, two sisters and their husband and fiancé, were celebrating my birthday. We all get along well, and we have a good time when we're out. This time, however, my wife and my older sister were pregnant, and they ended up leaving after dinner. The rest of us went upstairs to a Jazz bar.

After a few drinks, the others had left, leaving just me with my little sister Lisa and her fiancé, Todd. We ordered a bottle of champagne, and after drinking one glass, Todd suddenly looked a little green and excused himself. We both laughed, knowing that he was likely in the bathroom returning his champagne.

Moments later he came back, said a quick goodbye and left. My sister and I sat next to each other in our cozy booth and listened to the music, sipping our champagne. I looked over at my little sister. 

Lisa is 11 years younger than me, and was the result of our father's second marriage. She was now 22, and was absolutely gorgeous. What made her even sexier was her personality – she loved to have fun, which is why we got along so well.

As you may have guessed, I had a little bit of a crush on her. It wasn't something I'd ever act on, and it didn't affect our friendship, but it was definitely there. She looked over and saw me watching her and smiled.

"What?" she asked?

"Nothing," I said. "Let's dance." I grabbed her and pulled her onto the dance floor. 

We danced with each other and other people, having a great time. Occasionally we'd rub our bodies against each other, and once she started grinding her ass against me, but it was all just her being playful. We danced and drank for hours, and when we finally sat down we noticed we had finished our third bottle of champagne.

We were sitting very close to each other, and I could feel the heat coming off her body. We were talking about general stuff, nothing earth shattering, when her friend Alissa came over. She was a waitress at this club and one of the hottest girls I'd ever seen. She and Lisa had been friends for a long time, and I had always wanted her. She slid into the booth beside me. 

We talked for a bit, though it was mostly Alissa and Lisa leaning across me to talk to each other. Both of them placed their hands on my thighs for balance, and after a minute, Alissa said she had to leave, kissing me on the cheek and rubbing my thigh softly. I watched her go, admiring her ass swaying as she walked. I turned to see Lisa smiling at me.

"What?" I asked, knowing I had just been busted.

"You're married, you know," she said.

"I can still look," I said, grinning.

"Just don't do more than that," she said, but she was still smiling.

"Yes, mom," I said. She hit me in the shoulder, hard.

"Seriously, you wouldn't cheat, would you?" she asked, now more serious. 

"No, never," I replied. "Well, almost never." The champagne was having a definite effect, loosening my tongue.

"What do you mean, almost never?" she asked. "Have you? Cheated?"

My wife and I had been married for three years, and I had never cheated in that time, and really never expected to. But I had my 'List', a small number of women that I would make love to if given the chance. I had never told anybody about the List.

"No, I haven't," I answered. 

"But you would?" she asked. She wasn't angry, but seemed curious.

"Listen, we probably should stop talking about this before you get me in trouble," I said. 

"Why? Tell me, would you cheat?" 

I sighed, knowing I'd give in eventually. "I might, if it was the right person," I replied.

She looked at me, her eyes wide. "Really?" she said. "Who's the right person? Is it somebody specific?"

"Yes," I said. "But I'm not telling you who they are."

"THEY?" she said, grinning again. "There's more than one? Oh my god, you have a list!" She grabbed my thigh just above the knee and squeezed. "Come on big bro, tell me!"

I squirmed as she ticked me, trying to resist. I knew that between the alcohol and her persistence I'd give in anyway, so I decided to tell her one of the names.

"You have to swear not to tell anybody," I said. "Not Todd, not anybody. Ever. Promise?"

"David, I have secrets you would not believe," she said, using my name as she rarely did. "I promise, I won't tell a soul." 

"And just because I say a name doesn't mean that I'd really ever do anything," I said. 

"Okay," she said impatiently. "Just tell me!"

"Alissa," I said. Her eyes went wide.

"Really?" she asked. "You want to fuck Alissa? My friend Alissa?" Her hand was back on my thigh, not tickling anymore, just resting. "Yes," I said. "I have for a while. But it's not just fucking. It's..." I realized where I was about to go and stopped.

"What?" Lisa said. "It's what?" She was getting excited, I could tell.

"Nothing. Listen, we should stop talking about this," I said.

"Why? Are you embarrassed?" she asked. "Come on, bro, we've always been friends, just pretend I'm one of your guy friends and tell me. I can promise it's nothing I haven't heard before." She rubbed my thigh softly and I felt things stirring down below.

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. "It's not just fucking. I feel like I have a spiritual connection with her. It's not love, but it's not just sex. I can't really explain."

She looked at me and was smiling even wider now. It was kind of freaky.

"What?" I asked her.

"She wants to fuck you too," Lisa told me. 

"What? Really?" I said. I was truly surprised.

"Really," she said. "She has for years. When she used to sleep over, she'd watch you shower."

"What! How?" I asked, incredulous.

"The attic was above your bathroom, and if you looked through the light fixture you could see everything. She would go up there and wait for you to shower. She'd watch you and masturbate. You probably made her come two dozen times."

I was stunned, both by what my sister had told me and the bluntness of her statements.

"She told you this?" I asked.

"Not at first – I mean, she couldn't hide that she was watching, but I used to watch her watching you." As I realized what my little sister was saying, I felt my cock grow hard. She was watching my reaction.

"So you used to watch your friend masturbating?" I asked. I couldn't believe we were talking about this.

"Hold on," she said. "We're not done talking about you. Who else is on the list?"

"No," I said, smiling and shaking my head. "That's all I'm telling you. I've already told you too much." She put on her fake pouty face.

"Pleeeeeeease?" she said in her practiced whine. It made me laugh. I shook my head.

"Okay, then how about this,"" she said. "Tell me who else is on the list and I'll let you watch the video I took of Alissa masturbating with a dildo that she's pretending is you." I spit my drink across the table.

"WHAT?!?" I yelled. Several people looked over. Lisa just nodded. What she suggested, if true, was so completely offside, but irresistible at the same time.

"Really?" I asked. She nodded, and I could tell that the video was real, as was her promise to show me. I came to the only decision I could.

Okay," I said, and took a deep breath. "Sara."

She looked at me for a minute, and then her eyes went wide. "Our sister Sara?" She said.

"Sister," I corrected. Sara was my brother's wife, and I had wanted her since the very first time I saw her. 

"Holy shit," she said. "We need some shots." She called the waitress over and ordered six shots of tequila. 

"Sara, really," she said. "That's pretty hot." She saw Alissa walk by and called her over as the shots arrived. We each did two shots, and Lisa whispered something in Alissa's ear after the first one. Alissa did her second and whispered something back in Lisa's ear, and then turned and left without looking at me.

"She's embarrassed," Lisa said. "I told her I was going to show you the tape."

"What!" I said. "Why?" I was worried that Alissa would be upset with me.

"Don't worry," she said. "She wants you to see it, that's why she made it. She's just a little embarrassed that you know."

"So when do I get to see it," I asked.

"Is that it for your list?" she asked. I hesitated before I said no, and she knew there was more. "No movies until you tell me everybody." 

I realized that I'd never see the tape, because the third and final person on my list was the little sister that was sitting across from me, and I could never tell her that.

"That's it," I said, trying to bluff my way back.

"You're lying," she said. "You should reconsider, really. The tape is totally hot." She paused for a minute to let that sink in.

"Really," I said. "That's it."

"Why won't you tell me?" she said. "I mean, it can't be worse than Sara, can it?" I suddenly felt totally uncomfortable, and couldn't look my sister in the eyes. She suddenly realized what she had said, and what it meant. She was looking at me, and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Is it me?" she asked. I felt paralyzed with shame. I thought that I had just ruined my relationship with my little sister, and was on the verge of tears. She sensed my distress and placed one arm around my shoulder and the other on my thigh.

"David, please don't be upset," she said. "It's okay." I shook my head.

"It really is okay," she said. "I've got a list too, except there's only one person on mine." I wasn't really paying attention, thinking she was just trying to make me feel better.

"Just one," she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. "And it's you." I jumped a little and turned to look at her. She was smiling at me, and nodded as if to answer my unasked question.

"What..." was all I could manage. She leaned in to whisper to me again.

"I want you, big brother," she said, her tongue teasing my ear. "I want you to fuck me. I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time. I want you to fuck me right now." I thought I must have been dreaming. I couldn't believe my ears.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked, her tongue continuing its work. "Don't you want to put your big cock inside your little sister?" I groaned. I knew I shouldn't respond to this, that the safest course of action was to go home, but I couldn't. I simply nodded in response to her question.

"Good," she said. "Then pay the bill and let's get out of here." She got up and went to the bathroom. I got the bill, threw down a pile of cash, and stood up. Lisa was coming out of the bathroom, and stopped to say goodbye to Alissa. She walked towards me, grabbed my hand and led me outside. 

We kept our cool, not acting in any way other than brother and sister. We walked away from the club, holding hands like we normally did, both stumbling more than a little bit.

"Where can we go?" she asked. "Somewhere close. Really close."

"I know where," I said, knowing that my biggest fantasy was about to come true.

About two blocks from the club was a luxury hotel. The top floor of this hotel was set up for banquets and events, and was empty after about 2am. It was now close to 2:30, so I knew there wouldn't be anybody up there. We walked into the lobby like we were staying there, and weren't stopped. We entered the elevator and I pushed the button for 32. The doors closed and I turned to Lisa.

"Listen," I said. "We should probably think about what..." I was cut off as she grabbed my face and kissed me. 

Her lips were soft and tasted sweet, like the champagne we had been drinking. We kissed deeply for the entire ride, and when the doors opened, she broke the kiss and walked out. I followed, my legs shaking. 

The floor was dark. I opened the doors to one of the smaller rooms. Each room had floor to ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the city. This room had a small chair, a table, and most importantly, a couch. As I closed the door, I noticed that it had a lock, which I turned.

Lisa was standing by the window, and I stopped to admire her from behind. 

"Nice view," she said. 

"It is," I whispered. 

"It gets better," she said, and pulled her sweater off. She had half turned, and I could see the swell of her breasts in the light from the city. She popped the button on her jeans, unzipped them and let them fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, so she was completely naked. Her mound, completely bare, was visible, and a small amount of moisture made it glisten. She leaned her back against the window and reached for me. I grabbed her hand and she pulled me to her.

She kissed me slowly but passionately as she fought to pull my clothes off. I helped her and soon I was naked, my hard cock rubbing against her smooth stomach. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass. It was smooth and firm, and fit perfectly in my hands. I started to slide one hand around to her front when she stopped me.

"No," she gasped. "Later. We'll take our time later. Right now I want you to fuck me. Hard." She walked over to the couch and knelt on the cushions, her hands on the back of couch. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Do you think you can manage that?" she asked.

I was in a state of total confusion. I was standing, naked, looking at my sister's perfect ass and bald pussy. I moved, not knowing how, towards her, until I was behind her, the head of my now glistening cock less than an inch away from her glistening pussy. 

"Please, big brother," she begged. "Put your cock in me now." I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her hips and positioned my cock against her lips. She shuddered, and I pushed. Slowly I slid into her warm depths, not stopping until my balls were touching her pussy.

"Oh God," she grunted. "Fuck, I'm going to cum. Don't move," she said. I didn't. She was still watching me, and I watched her start to convulse. I could feel her vaginal walls contracting, and her whole body was shaking gently. Here eyes were half closed, and she licked her lips.

"Well," she said, catching her breath. "That's never happened before. Not so quickly. That was fantastic." She started moving slowly back and forth, and my cock slid in and out of her. She had closed her eyes and was biting her bottom lip. I could not believe how sexy my little sister looked, naked in the dim light of the city. I started to thrust now, knowing that I would not be able to last more than a few more seconds.

"Oh God David," she said. "I'm going to cum again. Oh my God!" She was almost screaming now, he head down as I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. 

"I'm going to cum," I said. She seemed to snap out of her trance.

"Not in me," she said. "Please don't cum in me. You can't... oh fuck, I'm cumming, oh God oh God." She was nearly incoherent, and that pushed me over the edge. I thrust all the way in, and then pulled all the way out, planning to cum all over her ass, but she quickly turned, grabbed my cock and pointed it at her mouth. Huge jets of cum shot into her waiting mouth, and she eagerly swallowed it all. When I was done, I collapsed on the couch. She lay beside me, tracing circles on my chest. We were both still panting.

"Fuck, that was amazing," she said. "Better that I had ever dreamed."

I was at a loss for words. I had just fucked my little sister. The excitement was now overcome by shame. She seemed to sense this.

"David, don't feel bad," she said. "I've wanted this for a long time. Believe it or not this isn't the first time I've tried to seduce you."

I looked at her, shocked. She smiled back and then kissed me, slowly and deeply. I could taste myself on her lips, and I felt my cock start to stir again. It was hard quickly, and I rolled on top of Lisa, guiding myself into her as I did.

I fucked her slowly, savoring the entire experience. We kissed while I slowly moved in and out of her, and she came again, not taking her mouth off mine. We kept going, locked in this incestuous embrace, for what seemed like hours. After a while it seemed like she was orgasming almost continually. I felt myself building again, and I broke our kiss and raised myself up.

The sight that greeted me was almost indescribable. My sister, her perfect body covered in a sheen of sweat, my cock disappearing into the folds of her warm pussy, it was too much. I pulled out, and before I could grab my cock she had, and was rapidly jerking it. I immediately began shooting my second load all over her belly and her tits. The amount of cum was amazing, especially given that it was my second time in less than 30 minutes. 

She slowly finished jerking me, then ran her fingers through my cum, then raising her fingers to her mouth to lick them off. I fell beside her on the couch. I felt myself dozing off, when suddenly I heard somebody try the door. I got up with a start, threw Lisa her clothes and got dressed. She tried to wipe as much of my cum off her as she could with a pillow from the couch, then threw on her clothes.

We tiptoed across the room to the other door. We opened it, went through and closed it just as the other door was opened. We ran quietly back to the elevator. The doors were open, and there was a service key under the panel. I turned the key from 'service' to 'run' and the doors slid shut. Just as they closed we heard a man yell "Hey!" as he tried to get to the elevator. The doors closed and we were alone.

Lisa was leaning against the corner of the elevator, and I thought maybe she had passed out. I called her name and her eyes opened. 

"I'm still here," she said. "Just basking in the afterglow of an awesome fucking. God, you were amazing." With this she grabbed me and kissed me. The doors opened at the lobby, and we dashed out and out of the hotel before anybody could stop us. 

We were standing on the street, and suddenly everything seemed like a dream. I hailed a cab for Lisa, gave her a hug and put her in the back. She smiled at me and held my hand for a moment longer, then I closed the door and she was gone. I was in another cab and home in short order.

After I got home, I stumbled around for a bit, trying to be quiet. I went down to the couch in the basement, which was usual for me when I get home late. I tried to think about what had happened, but passed out before I could.

I woke up the next day at about 1pm, with a mouth full of fur and a splitting headache. I went upstairs to get some aspirin and water, and saw a note from my wife on the counter. She had gone to visit her parents and would be home after dinner. At the bottom was a reminder that my sister was coming by later to pick up some clothes, so make sure I was home.

Last night came flooding back to me, and I was suddenly filled with dread at the thought of seeing my sister. Surely what happened was just because of the booze. I hoped that she didn't feel like I took advantage of her. I spent the next few hours trying to do work around the house, but my mind was constantly distracted. 

At about 4pm, the doorbell rang. I froze. The doorbell rang again, about 5 times. Lisa. It was her trademark ring. I slowly walked to the front door and opened it.

Lisa was standing there, wearing tight cotton yoga pants and a tight fitting long-sleeve t-shirt. This was typical attire for her, but now I saw her in a whole new light. My cock stirred.

"Hey bro," she said, punching me in the shoulder as she walked by me into the house. 

"Hi Lisa," I said. She walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a Coke. 

"Man, I was hung over this morning," she said. "How 'bout you?"

"Yeah, I've felt better," I answered. I grabbed a Coke too. 

"Where's Lana?" she asked.

"At her parents," I answered, taking a big sip.

"Really? When is she back?

"Probably after 7," I answered. I was still feeling pretty awkward, and was trying to figure out how to start a discussion about last night. Turns out I didn't need to, because Lisa walked past me, lifting her shirt over her head as she did. I watched her walk down the hall to the base of the stairs, where she quickly dropped her pants, stepped out of them and ran up the stairs. I could hear her giggling, and it made me smile. I didn't know what I was in for, but I followed her up the stairs. 



The List Ch. 01



I struggled to find a start to my story without just blurting the fact out: I'm a man who is extremely well-endowed.

My name is Nick, and I'm an athletic man with dark blond hair. I'm twenty-eight now, but my stories really start when I'd just turned eighteen.

I will eagerly admit that I'm a confident man. Cocky? Sure. Why wouldn't I be, though? I'm handsome, wealthy, and hung. I think there's a certain amount of egotism that comes with having a big dick and the ability to fuck any woman you want. I am who I am, and I love it.

But I wasn't always like this.

It's hard to believe that only ten years ago I was a virgin and, just as bad, a nerd. I never got laid, and neither did any of my few friends.

I supposed I didn't really like myself very much at that point. I was like the moth before it becomes a butterfly. I never got to go to any of the cool parties, the popular guys hated me, and the girl of my dreams was desperately out of my league.

What a stereotype: I was the nerd in love with the head cheerleader. Beautiful, blonde, petite but busty, and everything else that a head cheerleader is expected to be. I knew her name was Amy, and I was pretty sure she didn't know mine.

To keep my story concise, I'll tell you that I worked up the nerve to ask her to the homecoming dance one morning before first period and she laughed in my face. She was already going with a guy named Rick—I don't remember his last name any more, but he was popular, a star football player, and a serious asshole.

The way rumors spread, everyone knew about it by lunch hour. I'd asked a girl to the dance and she laughed at me. Now everyone else was laughing at me with her. Needless to say, I was devastated and humiliated. 

There was another rumor spreading around the school: Amy, the girl that I wanted more than anything, was going to give her virginity to Rick on the night of the dance. This guy that hated me was going to claim the thing I wanted most.

I felt like I only had one thing going for me in my life: my dick. I wasn't stupid; I knew it was way bigger than the other guys'. Every day after school I would go home, whip out my monster and jack off, fantasizing about that big-breasted cheerleader who hated my guts—in hindsight it sounds like such a pathetic sight.

The moment my life changed was only a week before homecoming. It truly was a life changing event, and it was the same basic scene—me stroking my cock in my bedroom after school.

I was still dressed in jeans and my t-shirt, but I was unzipped and had my erection pulled out of my pants. I was slowly working both hands up and down my shaft and thinking about Amy in her cheerleader outfit.

I was rock hard and throbbing, when all of a sudden one of my only female friends walked into my room.

She gasped and dropped her books.

I gasped and dropped my dick. 

Embarrassed, I covered up my lap as quickly as I could with a towel that I had next to me which ended up creating an almost comical tent in my lap. A girl had just caught me masturbating.

Her name was Mindy. I don't see her very much anymore, but we still talk occasionally to this day. Like me, she was a Senior. She wasn't popular, but she wasn't really a nerd like me, either. She did sort of dress the part, though. Mindy was a rail-thin brunette with long, straight hair. She was pretty, but in a very plain way, and wore thick glasses. She almost always wore knee-length skirts with long socks, sort of a faux-school girl look.

Mindy was one of my closest friends. We truly were "just friends", and I told her everything. Well, almost everything.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you!" she squeeled.

I couldn't believe I'd been caught. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming over! Please don't tell anyone!"

"Don't tell anyone? I can't believe you never told me!" she said with a raised voice

At this point, I still didn't realize what was about to happen, and I was hanging my head, embarrassed.

"I can't believe you kept your huge dick a secret from me! It's beautiful!"

I was shocked.

"I've never seen one like that," she exclaimed then added in a sweeter voice, almost a purr, "can I see it again?"

I stammered a "yes", still embarrassed, but in sort of a different way.

Mindy quickly got to her knees and slid in front of me. At first she didn't remove the towel; she just slid her hand under it and grabbed my swollen shaft, slowly working it. She was looking up at me with a mischievous smile.

After a minute she moved the towel from my lap and gasped again at the sight. "It's so huge!" she exclaimed. "I love it!"

She grabbed my shaft with both hands now and started working it.

It was my first sexual experience, and it really is quite a scene to think back to; the petite schoolgirl on her knees with both hands full of the massive cock in front of her. Instead of working it myself, I was being jerked off by a girl, and I sure wasn't thinking about Amy anymore.

I was genuinely surprised by the effect that my dick was having on Mindy. It was clear to me that she was enjoying working my member as much as I was. I can still hear her almost purring as she went, and she kept telling me over and over how beautiful it was.

As she started speeding up her handjob I said the first words that I'd said the entire time, "I'm going to come soon."

I was shocked at this girl that I'd always thought of as innocent. She replied, "I want your cum all over me! PLEASE come all over me!"

She kept repeating things like this and she moved one hand to my balls and pointed my dick straight at her face.

I don't think she realized she was being so loud, but she literally shouted, "Shoot your big cock all over my face!"

Then I erupted. I still think it might have been the biggest load I've ever shot in my life. Some went into her open mouth. A lot went on her hair. Some ended up on her neck, and sweater. But most of it went on her pretty face. Burst after burst of sperm shot onto her cheeks, her chin, and her forehead. It just kept coming until she was drenched. Mindy's glasses were covered in my thick cum.

Then I felt a new sensation for the first time when she licked my head clean. I'd never had a tongue on my cock before. It was brief this time, but I loved it.

Ten minutes before I had never had a sexual experience. Now a girl was covered in my seed.

Mindy took off her glasses and licked the cum off of them. "You're amazing!" She hadn't really done much, but she crawled onto my bed like she was exhausted.

I went and sat beside her, still dressed but with my member hanging out of my fly. Instinctively, she grabbed it and started playing with it again. "You bastard, I can't believe you never told me you have such a big weapon."

"You really like it?" I asked. I guess I already knew the answer, but I was getting drunk on hearing her say it out loud.

"Nick, I love it! It's the perfect cock!"

"Is it the biggest you've seen?"

She closed her eyes and purred. "I've only been with a few guys, but you're way bigger than them. You're bigger soft than they are hard!"

She was lying on my bed, on her back, still covered in my load. Without really thinking about what I was doing I grabbed my dick and started using it to wipe my cum off of my best friend's face and feeding it to her.

"You love this, don't you? You love my cum." She smiled and moaned as I fed her. "You love being covered in it, huh?"

"I love it! I always make guys come on me, it's my favorite. But none of them have been like you. I bet you could tell me some stories!"

"I'm amazed," I said. "You're really a dirty girl." I could tell that she liked being called that.

"Seriously," she said, "what other girls have seen your monster? Any I know?" she asked. "Tell me about the girls you've fucked with this thing."

Embarrassed, I confessed I was a virgin, and that she was the first girl who's ever seen it.

"No way!" she exclaimed. "That's almost like a crime!" She grabbed my meat again, for emphasis. "This is like a winning lottery ticket. You could fuck any girl you want with this thing!"

Those were the words that really rung in my head. Any girl I want.

"Do you really think so?"

"Are you kidding? How fast I was on my knees when I saw it?" I couldn't argue with that. "I bet if you made a list of girls you want to fuck you could nail every one of them."

I don't think Mindy meant what she'd just said literally, but I sure took it that way. "That's a great idea. I'm sick of being a wuss. I'm going to make a list of ten girls I want to fuck, and I'm going to do every one of them!"

"You should!"

I let the idea roll around in my mind for a minute. "If I need any help, will you help me?"

"Of course! But only if you put me on your list." 



The List Ch. 01: Jolene



This story uses italics to represent personal thoughts of characters. 

***Author's Note*** 

This story is the beginning of a series (length, yet to be determined). It is the first story I have written and obviously my first submission. 

I would like to credit findingmyvoice with editing and proofreading my story. She not only did a great job making suggestions alongside of her edits, but gave me confidence that my story was worthy of being posted. Thank you findingmyvoice, for sharing your knowledge and editing skills. 

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Shane set his duffel bag down by the door and promptly removed his shoes. He just wanted to take a nice long shower after returning from the gym and then relax for the night from his busy work week. His job involved a lot of travelling, all across the country, spending a day here and two days there. 

Shane was 38 and lived alone. There were a few women in his lifetime that he could see himself settling down with, but he couldn't bring himself to commit to such a long-term relationship and chose to remain single. His mother was concerned that he didn't want to have a wife and children. She would tell him frequently about the joy a child and a doting wife would bring to his humble life. To add to the turmoil, his father egged him on to get married and have a child in order to carry on the family name. 

Reaching into his bag, Shane drew out his clothes that he had changed out of when he hit the gym after work. He threw the crumpled mass into the hamper as he reached the bedroom, and began to strip out of his workout attire. As he removed his clothes and placed them in the hamper, he looked at himself in the mirror. "You just keep getting better and better," he told himself. Thoughts of Bruce Lee entered his head as he compared his ripped abs to the vision. 

Shane stepped into his shower which seemed like an empty auditorium. The shower could easily fit six people comfortably. The price you pay for being an eligible bachelor who makes decent money, he quipped to himself. He turned the faucet on, and thanks to his instant hot water heater, walked into the steamy mist which immediately filled the glass enclosure. 

While he was washing his face, he heard the familiar ring of his phone, which he had placed on the granite countertop. He tried to quickly rinse his face to answer the call, but was unable to grab his phone before it fell to the floor due to the vibration. "Thank God for Otter Box," he said aloud as he quickly dried his hands before retrievinge his phone. He knew from the ring tone that it was his mother calling him. No matter how the conversation began, it always ended with his mother saying, "You need to find yourself a nice woman to settle down with." 

"Hey Mom. Sorry I didn't answer right away. I was in the shower. Is something wrong? You usually don't call me after dinner time." 

"No, honey. Nothing's wrong. I received a piece of mail for you concerning your 20th high school reunion this weekend. I thought I would call and implore you to attend. Nothing would make me happier than to see my baby boy. It's been nearly 5 years since you have been home." 

"Mom, we see each other more than once every 5 years," Shane reminded her. 

"Yes, I see you often, but it is never here in your home town, in our home. Please tell me you will consider it, at least for your mother's sake?" 

Shane reminisced briefly about all of the people he went to high school with. "You do realize one of the reasons I moved was to get away from all of those people, don't you? I'm not on any of the social media sites just so I don't have to be contacted by them. I'm not interested in catching up with people I hardly spoke to anyway. I keep in contact with a few friends I consider to be close from school." 

Shane's mother countered, "You always got along with Steven, and I know you would want to see Miss Jenkins. You had a huge crush on her. You remember your senior English Literature teacher, right? I know for a fact she will be there." 

Suddenly, an image of a firm round ass came to mind. He remembered the way Miss Jenkins would bend over to pick up the dry erase marker whenever she dropped it while writing on the white board. Sometimes he thought she was doing it on purpose just to tease him, giving him a reason to run home and spend a few minutes jerking off. A sweet ass wasn't her only asset. She had perfectly shaped breasts. Not too large, yet big enough to show her ample cleavage with her low cut blouses. He started to wonder what she looked like now, 20 years later. Maybe she got ugly and looks old. She was only six years older than him when she landed the teaching job just after graduating with a Master's in English Literature. Maybe she's still sexy as hell, he said to himself. 

"I'll tell you what. I will come home to visit you, but don't expect me to go to the reunion. I haven't made up my mind about that yet. Tell Dad I expect a warm reception with a bottle of scotch and two shot glasses when I arrive tomorrow. I'll probably get there just after lunch." 

"It's a deal! I miss you dearly. Now tell me, have you met anyone yet?" 

"You need to give up now mom. I'll let you know just as soon as there is someone in the picture. I promise you will be the first to know." 

Shane hung up the phone and placed his head under the water raining down from the shower head. Thoughts of Miss Jenkins flashed before his eyes. He couldn't help himself. "Once for old time sake," he muttered. With that he started to stroke his semi-hard cock, bringing it to full attention. Lathering up some soap as lubrication, he jerked off in the shower until he shot a large volume of cum and watched it wash down the drain. 

After arriving at his parent's house the next day, Shane looked around at the neighborhood. Nothing seemed to change in this small town. He bet that old man Rafferty still sat on his porch with his shot gun full of rock salt, waiting to blast it at some kid's ass for trespassing across his farm to reach the lake on the other side of the hill. 

After his mother stopped mauling him, he took a seat next to his father on the back deck. One shot glass was full while the other only contained small droplets of scotch, indicating it had recently been emptied. 

"Started without me I see." 

"I couldn't wait all day for you," his father said gruffly. 

They all got caught up with what had happened in their lives since the last time they were together. Shane's father had retired early this past year and spent most of his time in the flower beds, and keeping up the property. Mom did what she normally does. She spent her time volunteering for church functions, hanging out at the salon talking to the 'girls', and making sure her husband was well fed and appreciated. 

As he was taking his things to his old room, his dad said he wanted to show him something after he got settled in. Shane returned downstairs to see a large box sitting on the table. "I found this box in the closet when we were doing some spring cleaning. It's all your stuff from growing up that you left here. I thought, with the reunion and all, you might want to take a trip down memory lane or something. Besides, it's time it gets out of my house and into yours...or the trash, whichever you decide," his father joked. 

"Thanks Dad. I'll take it upstairs with me and rummage through it. I'm sure most of it is just little stuff I have outgrown." 

Shane set the box on the bed and began to pull items out, one at a time. Just as he thought, there were bowling trophies, some papers he wrote, and for whatever reason wanted to keep, and his senior high school year-book. Out of curiosity, he opened the book and laughed at how dorky some of his classmates looked, especially himself. He was by no means built and was rather scrawny. Shane wasn't sickly looking, but he sure looked like a wimp compared to many of the other boys in school. A folded piece of paper dropped from within the pages of the year- book and landed on the bed. He immediately recognized it. "The List," he reflected. 

"The List" was a listing of all the girls he wanted to do certain things with. It included the names of certain girls, their best assets, and what exactly he wanted to do with them. He had started it when he just a mere 6 years old. Of course, at 6 his thoughts weren't of big tits, tight asses, and beautiful cock sucking lips. He had added to the list as he grew up, expanding the asset interests along with the things to do with them. 

Opening the list, he acknowledged a few of them had been crossed off, not in any particular order. Jolene was one of them. He could never forget her. Jolene was his first. They were introduced through his cousin's girlfriend. Shane wasn't alone that night when he lost his virginity. Shane's cousin, Will, had fucked his girlfriend in the twin bed, next to the one he got his dick wet for the first time. 

Jolene was beautiful, as beautiful as any girl could be. Her breasts were just enough to hold and fondle with long erect nipples to lick and tease. It was the first for a lot of things that night. Not only did he lose his virginity, it was the first time he got a taste of the sweet nectar, which flows from a woman's nether regions. 

Shane was so tired after travelling that he reclined back and dozed off, dreaming of that first time with Jolene. The room was in his cousin's basement. There was no door, only a heavy curtain draped across the doorway. Two twin beds barely fit in the small room. One was pushed against the left wall and the other against the right. 

There were no windows in the basement, which made for a very dark environment. Shane felt more comfortable being in the dark, considering he was about to have sex for the first time. Not only have sex, but have sex while his cousin pounded his girlfriend right next to him. What am I thinking? 

Jolene had removed most of her clothes as soon as they entered the room, leaving only her bra and panties on. Shane followed suit and stripped himself down to nothing. He was nervous and excited at the same time. Jolene was obviously not a virgin. How could she be so calm while climbing onto the bed? Shane could hardly see anything, and as he followed her onto the bed he tripped over the metal bedframe. His face landed perfectly between her legs. Not wanting to admit to his blundering, he softly stroked her inner thigh. 

Jolene let out a soft moan under his touch as Shane began to kiss her soft flesh about mid-thigh. Her skin was as smooth as a rose petal and smelled like ripened raspberries. He worked his way down her leg until he was nearly to her knee before switching sides and softly kissing up her other leg. Shane could feel the slight spasms of her muscles as he continued his exploration, flicking his tongue on her skin every so often. His stomach was in a knot and he felt like his hands were shaking. She's going to think you're a dork if you don't control yourself, he scolded himself. 

Gathering up his nerves, Shane finally made his way to her panties until his mouth was just centimeters away. He could feel the heat and somehow the warmth brought about a sense of easiness. Jolene had been moaning softly throughout his oral investigation of her lower extremities, but started to pant as he drew closer to the wet spot beginning to soak through her underwear. His forearm ran across the soft material when he reached up to place his palm on her slim stomach. Blood rushed through his veins as he roamed her abdomen with his hand, gliding it upward and then down to the edge of her panties. 

Shane was already rock hard, to the point that it hurt. He couldn't imagine getting any harder until he placed his mouth over her silken clad mound. He was no stranger to the feeling of his balls wanting to burst due to his lengthy masturbation sessions. He lay still for a few moments, waiting for the feeling to subside before he continued. His tongue reached out to push against Jolene's swollen pussy, testing the thickness of silk between them. His first sampling of her wetness tasted sweet and inviting. 

Jolene grabbed the back of his head with one of her hands and lightly pushed his head down further, while letting out another moan. Shane could smell the sweet aroma emanating from the spot where her inner thighs joined. Her scent filled his nostrils as he inhaled. It was the most amazing smell he had ever experienced. He had to have a taste directly from the source. Shane wrapped his arm under her right leg and grabbed at the elastic band that was nearly flush with her hip. With a gentle tug, he lowered her panties off her pelvis and pulled them toward her feet. Jolene responded by raising her bottom to reduce the effort Shane had to put in to relieve her of them. 

He became aware of sounds from the left of him. In his euphoric state, he had completely forgotten that Will was in the next bed, getting ready to pound his girlfriend Monica. The sound of her moaning and him sighing only intensified the feeling Shane was experiencing for the first time. Concentrating on Jolene, the sounds next to him started to fade away. Shane could tell from the sound that Jolene was massaging one of her tits through her bra. Shane followed the contours of her exquisite thighs with his fingertips until he reached her curly pubes. Jolene jumped slightly. Shane wasn't sure if he scared her or if she raised herself in excitement. 

His thumb found its way to what he could only imagine was her clit, being that he had never felt one before. Her gasp assured him that he had hit the sweet spot. Rubbing his thumb lightly, he moved his mouth closer. Like a cartoon character following the wafting waves of aroma to an apple pie, his head continued to float as if on air toward the scent he so much wanted to taste. He used his free arm to grab Jolene's waist and pulled her closer, quickening the pace at which his face closed the gap between them. Sticking his tongue out he found the lips of her moist pussy and he slowly began to lick her slit front to back. Jolene briefly clinched her legs together making sure he was not going to pull away while roughly grabbing his hand and placing it on her young supple breast. She guided his fingers to knead her soft flesh, much like a puppet master controls his marionette. Shane wondered, When did she take her bra off? 

Shane darted his tongue in and out of her vagina, while continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. 

"Oh, God that feels so good!" exclaimed Jolene. 

His goal now was to make her climax with his mouth. He wanted to make sure she got hers before he got his. 

"Fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!" resounded in the small room as Will slammed his girlfriend. 

Shane was brought back from his dream-like state at that moment which was the same moment he felt Jolene's body start to spasm. 

"I'm cumming! Oh my fucking God! I'm cuuumming!!" Jolene screamed as her pussy gushed fluid onto Shane's tongue, running down his chin. He lapped it up as best he could. The taste was so enticing he started licking and sucking furiously, grabbing her clit between his teeth. Jolene continued to convulse and thrash on the bed as her orgasm only increased with intensity. After what seemed like several minutes, Jolene's body relaxed and her death grip on Shane's head released. Shane could hear Monica climaxing while Will was moaning, he was cumming. 

"Holy Shit! That was better than any sex I have ever had and we haven't even gotten to that yet!" Jolene pulled Shane up until his chest rested against hers. Shane softly kissed her neck and began to move down her collar bone until he found one of her erect nipples. He slipped the nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over it while sucking ever so slightly. Jolene forcefully mashed his head into her bosom whispering, "Yes. That feels good. Suck on my tits!" 

It was at this point that Shane noticed Will and Monica were breathing heavy and moving around gathering their clothes. They made their exit and Shane wondered if he might be doing something wrong. Should I already be done? I've never done this before. Oh well! Jolene seems to like it. Just focus on her you idiot, Shane thought. Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a small popping noise, he moved to the other one and circled it with his tongue before biting the protrusion gently. Jolene said, "Harder! Bite me harder!" Shane bit harder and Jolene let out a wail, but it wasn't a wail of pain, more like a wail of piercing pleasure. She wrapped her legs around Shane's waist and told him she wanted to feel his cock. She reached down and grabbed his engorged member. 

"What the FUCK!" Jolene asked in a sharp tone nearly screaming it. 

Shane immediately stopped what he was doing. His heart about leaped out of his throat for fear he had done something wrong, or maybe something was wrong with his dick. "What did I do?" he asked. "Did I do something wrong?" The nervous urgency could be heard in his voice. Jolene only replied, "Mmmmm, it's sooo big!" while grabbing his cock harder and pulling it toward her tasty love hole. She rubbed the back of his neck to assure him he had done nothing wrong. 

Shane's mind raced, This is it! It's going to finally happen! My cock is going to be buried in the sweet pussy that just came in my mouth! His heart returned to his chest and he willingly let her guide him in. Jolene stopped right at the entrance to her slit and rubbed the head of his dick up and down it, mixing her juices with the large amount of pre-cum that had collected at the tip. Slowly, he pushed. Jolene issued a surprised "OH!" just as the tip of his cock entered her. 

"Mmmm. That's it. Take it slow. I've only had two other dicks in me and yours is larger than both of those combined I think!" 

"I'll be gentle, just relax." Shane wondered how he could tell her to relax when his nerves were on end. The feeling of her tight, warm slit surrounded the head of his cock and all he wanted was more. Jolene expertly started to push and pull him in and out of her with her hand, taking only a little bit at a time. It took several minutes for him to get nearly his full length in her. They lay there for a minute just getting used to each other. She was so tight he began to think that maybe he was too big for her. She relaxed more and said, "Okay. Start fucking me slowly. We'll get a rhythm going." 

Shane was actually glad that she wasn't a virgin. Even though she hadn't had much experience, she had enough to help him through this milestone. With each thrust in and out, he felt like he would explode. Fighting back the urge, he focused on pleasing her. He twisted a bit once in a while to help adjust the pressure which allowed him to lessen his desire to cum. Jolene seemed to enjoy the random movement. They paired themselves in a synchronous rhythm, rocking and pushing against each other, matching the other's speed and pressure. 

"Are you sure you've never done this before?! That feels amazing. Don't stop. Fuck me harder! Harder! FASTER!" 

Shane began to forcefully thrust into her, increasing his speed while she continued to match him stroke for stroke. He wasn't going to last long doing this. He was comforted by her moans, gasps, and shrieks. He knew she was getting close again as he felt her body tense just as it had before. Furiously, he continued to pump his manhood in and out of her soaking wet cunt. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh my fucking GOD!! I'm going to cum again! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!!" she howled as her body began bucking up against him as if she was riding a bronco. Shane felt a river of her fluids coat his dick as she had another orgasm, this one being much larger than the first. He couldn't hold out much longer. 

"It's ok! Cum in me! I want to feel your load burst inside of me!!" 




The List Ch. 01: Jolene



At that moment Shane released the flood gates and spurted a huge amount of semen into her quivering pussy. The walls of Jolene's vagina began to pulse, tightening and releasing, milking his cock for all it was worth. Five more spurts of cum shot from Shane's cock to coat the entirety of her insides. He felt his cum mixing with hers as it started to run down between them. He had filled her up and the only place for it to go was to seep out between her pussy and his cock. 

Shane slumped down on top of her, exhausted. Jolene was still having small spasms as she tried her best to regain her normal breathing pattern. They both lay there recovering. He was still inside her, taking in the moment. He had just had sex for the first time. It felt great! Jolene was the perfect person to have taken his virginity. Jolene started to move and realized Shane was still hard as a rock. "Wow! Is someone wanting more?" she asked softly while stroking the back of his neck. 

Shane pretended to consider it as he began to pull his cock out of her then shocked her as he rammed it back into her moving even further into her womb than he had previously. He buried himself to the base of his shaft. Jolene screeched at the suddenness, pain, and pleasure all in one. 

Shane continued his strokes a little less forceful and slower than before. He wanted to make love to her, not just fuck her. He sucked on her breasts, teasing and nibbling on her nipples. She groaned quietly and started to move her hands over his body. Lightly scratching his back and tickling his sides with her hands, her fingers toured the shape of his torso. Shane slowly pushed his hard member in and out of her, trying to exude the passion he was feeling, no longer having an animalistic heart. 

Jolene pushed on Shane's side and rolled him onto his back. Repositioning herself on top of him, she sat down on his stiffness. He wished he could see her face. Instead, he reached his hand up to caress her cheek. She tilted her head as she continued to slowly grind on him, absorbing every inch of him. Jolene turned her head and Shane's fingers found her half parted lips. He could feel her hot breath escaping her mouth with every short pant. Her lips were soft and sensuous, he noticed as he ran his finger across them slowly. This sent Jolene over the edge and she started shaking, moving faster, and harder while taking his finger into her mouth and sucking on it. 

"I'm going to come again...Please don't stop! Feels so good, mmmm." 

Shane couldn't hold it any longer. He wanted to just grab her and pump her until she screamed she loved him. She purred as she started rolling her head around, enjoying the moment. All of a sudden, she burst out into what could only be described as a controlled epileptic seizure. Shane came just as he felt her tight hole squeeze and release. His cum shot up through her, causing her to have another orgasm immediately. She fell down onto his chest, barely catching herself. 

Recovery took a little longer and Shane finally started to deflate as he slid out. There was a squish sound as cum drained out of her, coating his balls. Jolene slid down to place her head on his not-quite-six-pack abs. He could feel cum dripping out of her pussy, covering his thighs. After several minutes of recovery, they finally started to find their way out of the room. There was a shower just next to the room. Both of them entered the tiny space and helped each other wash the gooey mess from their bodies. Jolene had dipped her fingers into herself before washing. She looked Shane in the eye and placed her wet fingers in her mouth, sucking their combined cum off. 

"I've always wanted to taste it. Mmmmm, it tastes so good," she cooed, closing her eyes and savoring the flavor. 

They finally finished washing themselves and found their clothes. After they had dressed, they made their way upstairs. Will and Monica were standing in the kitchen just talking and enjoying some iced tea. Monica spoke first, "I was wondering if you guys were ever going to come out of there. At one point it sounded like Shane was murdering you." 

"In a way he did," Jolene winked. 

"Do you realize that you guys were down there for nearly two hours? That didn't include your shower time," Will stated. 

Jokingly, Shane replied to Will's question saying, "It's not my fault you don't have the stamina your younger cousin has." 

With a little embarrassment, Jolene nodded, affirming his stamina. Monica's face clearly showed jealousy at Jolene's new lover's endurance. 

"Not only did we stay down there for hours, but Shane gave me 7 orgasms." 

"I thought it was only 3, maybe 4," he said with a questioning look. 

"I counted all of the little ones, but the 4 major ones I had were bigger than anything I have ever experienced, and you are so big!" 

"I'm not that big," Shane sheepishly whispered. 

"Oh, yes you are!" Jolene exclaimed opening her eyes wide. 

Will confidently said that there was no way Shane could be bigger than him. "You know what they say about guys with big feet?" he chuckled. "I have a size 13 shoe, what do you wear Shane?" 

"A 9...and a half," Shane answered. 

"I tell you what little cuz, since Jolene thinks you are so big maybe we should measure up and see which one of us is bigger. What do you say? Or are you too embarrassed to show your cock in front of Monica?" Looking at Monica he continued, "Is that ok with you, sweetie?" 

"I'm not afraid of the challenge. Let it be known though that if I am smaller, which I doubt, I still have more endurance and I am able to cum more than once in a sex session." 

Jolene jumped, "I can second that! As in twice!" 

Monica went to find a tape measure while the boys discussed the rules of measurement. Each girl would get their respective guy hard and the girls would both measure length and girth for accuracy. Monica returned, skipping and humming. She reached the kitchen and Jolene explained the rules. Shane and Will dropped their pants and the girls immediately started stroking their men on each side of the island, which was built in the middle of the kitchen. Each girl, whispered dirty things in their ears and flashing their tits. It didn't take long for each of them to be fully erect. 

Will was the first to be measured. Each of the girls came up with the same number. The girls moved to the other side of the kitchen island. Monica had not yet seen Shane's erect cock. As she turned the corner with the tape measure her jaw dropped to the ground as she shrieked, "Holy Shit!" Will couldn't help himself and ran to the other side just to see what the hell Shane was packing. Monica took her time measuring just to ensure she had an accurate number. Jolene did the same. They giggled and got a piece of paper to write it all down. Jolene lifted the paper and read, "Will, your penis is 8 inches long and has a circumference of almost 5 inches. Shane, your penis is 8 and a half inches long and has a circumference of over 6 inches. I think that Shane is the winner!" 

"His is only a half inch bigger than mine." Will looked at Monica saying, "With your reaction, you would have thought he had a 15 inch dick." 

"His dick looks soooo much bigger than yours." 

"Well, it's not that much bigger," was all Will could recant. 

"Let me put this into a better perspective for you cuz. You are 6 foot 3 inches tall with an 8 inch cock, right? I have a slightly longer cock, but I am only 5 foot 6. Who do you think is going to look like they have a bigger cock before measuring? It's like a mesmerizing illusion." 

Jolene looked hungrily at his crotch. Monica followed Jolene's gaze and landed in the same place. Shane was still at full attention after the measuring and bantering. Jolene licked her lips then looked into Shane's eyes. "Ready for round three?" he asked slyly with a wink. He extended his hand to grab hers and they headed back downstairs. As they disappeared down the steps, Shane looked back to see Monica slap Will's arm and ask, "Why can't you be like that?" 

Shane suddenly woke with a start. His mother had knocked on the door to let him know that dinner was ready and to come down to eat. As he slowly pulled himself together, after such a vivid dream that looked back to that moment in time when he became a man, he wondered what happened to Jolene. He had dated her all that summer and then before the fall semester started, she and her cousin had moved out of state. She was the love of his life then and if she had remained in town his mother might have had her wish many years ago. He was able to cross her off the list because she was the one he wrote down that he wanted to lose his virginity to. It was a great summer with Jolene, Will, and Monica. 

Speaking of Monica, Shane thought to himself as he looked at the next crossed-off name...



The List Ch. 02



The List Ch. 2 "Brains"

Hey thanks to those of you who took the time to read the first chapter (even that guy who said i wasted his time because there was no sex! that gave me a good giggle!I did put this story in the non-erotic section, didn't I?)Here is the continuing story, and again, any feedback that you give is wonderful. I hope you like this chapter as well.

Carrie sat in her room and enjoyed the peace and quiet that was hers alone for a few minutes. She smiled and chuckled as she thought about her embarrassing meeting with Grant. She had thought this over and over for the past three days and turned it over in her mind again and again. She felt her face flush for the hundredth time, but not from embarrassment, it was from the thought of him whispering in her ear and kissing her cheek. She had fished around a bit to see if he had kissed any of the others, but from the few women she had polled it didn’t seem that he had. She gave a wiggle of pleasure and sank down into the luxurious linens and pillows. This was so much better than what she had at home, but she felt like a fraud. This wasn’t the way she usually lived, and she loved it that she got to experience it, but she was ready for something a bit simpler.

Just as she sat up Hunter walked in.

“What’s going on?” Carrie asked.

“We have a test, come downstairs into the library.”

“A test?” Carrie hopped from the bed and brushed her hair, then she put on her lipstick.

“I hope it isn’t hard,” Hunter was saying. “I never was any good at tests.”

“You’ll do great.” Carrie encouraged her as she pulled the door closed behind them. This would be a piece of cake; Carrie had always been a great test taker, and an excellent student. They reached the library and let themselves in. This was the room that the women used as their confessional room to vent about the others or to talk about the events of the past days. Carrie had only been in here a few times, but the large bookshelves and the mahogany paneling hadn’t ceased to awe her yet. Today, however the set up was completely different. Carrie suddenly felt like she had been transported back to college. There were desks set up in rows just like a classroom and a large teacher’s desk in the front. The shades over the eight foot windows were drawn halfway down and the light that streamed in was concentrated onto the desks. As always, there were several cameras set up around the room and the camera crew stood around quietly chatting among themselves.

Carrie selected a seat in the very front row and waved to the others as they chose seats farther back. When Leah walked in and chose the seat next to her she wasn’t surprised. That woman would do anything to try and show her up!

Sunny breezed into the room clad in a tweed jacket and skirt complete with stockings and what Sunny must have thought of as being her most schoolmarmish shoes...if teachers paid over $500 for shoes that is. Her hair was lacquered into a severe french twist with wisps strategically curling around her ears and forehead. She looked most uncomfortable. Carrie stifled an urge to giggle as Sunny jumped onto the teacher’s desk and crossed her legs.

“Girls, if I may have your attention, I will explain to you what we are doing here.”

When all eyes were on her, and she made sure that the camera was going to hang on to every word she said then she continued. “We have devised a test that will determine which eight of you will continue your journey on with Grant in the pursuit of true love. The other eight of you will be sent packing as soon as the results are announced. You will have fifteen minutes to get your things and leave the house.”

“Good luck ladies,” Leah turned around and taunted. “I was magna cum laude in college. I will definitely be going on to the next round.” The smirk on her face as she glared at Carrie made Carrie’s blood boil, but she didn’t say anything, she just glared back. 

“Grant is a very intelligent man who owns his own consulting firm in L.A.” Sunny twitted as she peered though her glasses. “He is looking for a woman who is as intelligent as he is and who will engage his mind as well as his heart.” 

The answer sheets were passed out and the women were given a 20 page question booklet. There was some grumbling around the room as the women looked through the book, but they were silent as soon as they were told to pick up their pencils and start. The test was 150 general questions that covered different subjects from math and science and history with a bit of psychology and sociology mixed in. Carrie wasn’t quite sure what the producers wanted to test them on exactly, but she was pretty sure that she got all of her answers correct. When she handed in her paper first she was a bit surprised that the others seemed to be struggling with their tests. She sat back down in her seat and daydreamed out the window for the next thirty minutes until Sunny finally called out that time was up and everyone had to turn in their answer sheets. The rustle of papers was loud as the others handed in their answer sheets, but the women were stone quiet. Everyone was dismissed and told that they could do what they wanted until the results were posted in an hour. The women all walked out quietly but then they broke into animated chatter just outside of the library door.

“Oh my gosh! That was the hardest test I have taken in a long time!” Hunter said as they huddled together. 

“I totally forgot every math formula that I ever learned!” Courtney whined.

“You guys, we’ll all be okay,” Carrie said patting a very worried looking Collette’s arm. They milled around outside the door for half an hour, and when there were no results they went to the kitchen where they picked at the fruit tray that the chef had prepared. There was deafening silence in the house which usually was so loud and there was a funereal air around every one. In another half hour, one of the production assistants poked her head through the door and announced to the ladies who were there that the test results were ready and they would be read to as soon as everyone made their way back to the library. The women marched through the house again and back to the wood paneled room. After they had taken their seats, Leah caught Carrie’s eye and waved goodbye to her. Sunny was seated there at the large desk and waited for the women to take their seats again.

“Now remember, if I call your name, you will be told to leave and you will have to leave the premises in fifteen minutes. Alright, here we go.”

Sunny picked up a card and dramatically read the names of the eight women who were disqualified. There were tears and screams of disappointment as the ladies and their friends realized that they would have to leave. Carrie looked around and realized that none of the women leaving was a friend of hers! Carrie smiled at the others and gave Collette a thumbs up. They were all staying! 

With half of the contestant pool gone the room felt bare and echo-y, but Sunny didn’t look as though she was ready to dismiss the rest of them quite yet. “Girls,” she said after clearing her throat. “I want you to stay in this room for just awhile longer. I have to see our less fortunate guests off the property, but I have a very special surprise for you all when I come back!” Sunny jumped off the table and rushed out of the room tottering on her ridiculously high heels. When she returned a half hour later, she jumped back onto the desk and gazed at the women.

“I told you we have a very special surprise for you. We have graded each of the tests and for the highest score we at The List have arranged for you to have a dream date with Grant!” The squeals and sighs around the room drowned out anything that Sunny may have said after that. All the women waited expectantly to see who the lucky one would be. “In order from least to greatest score…” Sunny began. “Courtney! Hunter! Angela! Collette! Tiffany! Heather! None of you are eligible to have the date with Grant but maybe next time you will be lucky enough to see him. Carrie and Leah, you are the top finalists and though there was just one question that separated the two of you, I am sorry to tell you that one of you will not be going on that dream date.”

Sunny paused and took a deep breath letting the drama of the announcement permeate the room. Leah gave Carrie a smirk that told everyone that she was clearly the winner. 

“Leah, you—“

“I knew it! Ha! I’m going on the date! This is incredible! I just know that Grant and I will have a fantastic time! Where are we going?” Leah clapped her hands happily and laughed in Carrie’s face. “Magna cum laude, HA!”

“Leah, you have misunderstood me, you are the second place contestant. Carrie will be the one to go on the date with Grant tomorrow.” Sunny said quietly.

“Me?” Carrie said stunned. “Really?”

“What do you mean her?” Leah gasped. “I was magna cum laude!”

“I guess summa cum laude trumps magna every time, huh, Leah?” Carrie gave her a wicked grin and smiled at her friends. “So when is this date?” Carrie giggled.

“You have exactly one hour to get ready and then Grant will come to your door and escort you to Denver where you will have dinner and do some dancing.” Sunny used her best announcer voice to explain the evening ahead. “You’d better hurry if you want to be ready by the time Grant arrives!”

“But what am I supposed to wear?” Carrie wondered out loud.

“I have the perfect thing!” Courtney bubbled. “Do you like the color pink?”

Carrie paced back and forth in the sitting room of the gigantic house keeping an ear out for the doorbell while nervously chewing on a hangnail. She had to admit that Courtney’s choice was perfect for a mystery date; it was dressy enough to go to a really nice restaurant but not stuffy and too nice looking to keep Carrie from dancing. The clock in the hallway struck six-o-clock and Carrie strained to see if there was anyone at the front door. She was making her tenth circle around the overstuffed sofa when there was a knock on the door. She paused and took a deep breath; she squared her shoulders and took long strides to the door. When she pulled it open, she found herself staring into Grant’s eyes as she let a goofy grin spread across her face and she leaned against the jamb. He took her breath away.

“Well hello!” Carrie laughed as he tipped his head to the side.

“Hello, Carrie!” Grant smiled as he took her hand and kissed it. 

“Did you know it was going to be me that you were going to take out tonight?” she asked boldly.

“They didn’t tell me, but I had a feeling it might be you. Are you ready?”

“Sure,” she gathered up her purse and stepped out to the porch. “Where are we going, anyhow?”

“Down to Denver,” he answered as he opened the door to the limousine and let her climb in first. He sat down and closed the door behind him. Sitting next to him, Carrie let her eyes wander over Grant’s face and a smile played on her lips as she watched him push his hair back from his forehead with his beautiful hands. His eyes caught hers and they beamed at each other. The car pulled away from the mansion smoothly and for a few seconds they were at a loss for words.

“So you’re the smartest of the bunch, huh?” He asked finally as he held her gaze.

“I guess so,” Carrie said with a hint of pride. There was no way she was going to hide the fact that she was smart.

“So, what are you going to do with all of those brains?” Grant asked as he poured a glass of champagne and handed it to her. 

“I want to go into broadcasting—but not for a serious news show, I strictly want to do celebrity interviews, you know the fun stuff.” Carrie sipped her champagne and let the cold sweet liquid trickle down her throat. The bubbles tickled on their way down and she tittered a little. “For a long time I thought I was going to go into law. But I just couldn’t take all the stuffed shirts in the classes. But I fell in love with L.A. and the entertainment industry so I stayed and switched gears and now I am a waitress who goes to auditions waiting for her big break.” 

“I can see you interviewing the big stars, but not as a lawyer,” Grant acknowledged as he took a sip from his own glass. “You don’t seem evil enough.” 

Carrie laughed. “I can be pretty evil, but I just can’t be that evil. What do you want to be when you grow up? Or are you already a grown up?” She drained the last of her drink and offered it to Grant.

“You could say I’m grown up, I own my own consulting firm in L.A.” He said as he poured her another drink.

“Well, that makes me feel as if I am a little behind on my list of grown up goals to accomplish!” She sipped again and asked boldly, “So, you are a young, attractive, obviously successful man who owns a business, what are you doing on this show? I should think there would be women beating down your door!”

“I could ask you the same question,” Grant pointed out.

“But I asked first,” Carrie purred. She shook her head to clear it from the wine induced fog that was building up and blinked at him expectantly.

“Well,” he began as he nervously pushed his short hair back from his face, “I haven’t met the right woman yet. I’ve been working so hard to build up my company that dating was always an afterthought. Now I’m ready to find the right woman, settle down and get married, and when I heard from a friend that the producers were looking for a man who was serious about committing, I took a chance and here I am. I figured the show can’t do a worse job picking anyone for me than I can do on my own.”

“True love from a television show?” Carrie cocked her head to one side.

“Isn’t that why you’re here?” He raised his brows questioningly. His eyes seemed to see into her soul and she swallowed. She knew she couldn’t tell him the real reason why she was here, but she sensed that he knew her skepticism about romantic reality shows.

“O—of course!” She said a bit too brightly. Her brain wanted to blurt out that she had already found love on this TV show; that Grant was going to be hers and that they would be married someday, but she chuckled lowly instead and fought back the words.

“What’s the joke?” Grant asked as he put his arm around her shoulders.

“I was just thinking that I should slow down on the champagne, I feel a little lightheaded.” Carrie snuggled her head into his shoulder and sighed happily.

“You never really answered my question,” He murmured into her ear. “What is an attractive, classy lady like you doing here?”

Carrie lifted her head and put her hand on his chest to steady her. His arm slid around her waist and she let warm feelings engulf her. “I have lousy luck dating,” she said. “I haven’t found The One. You know, The One who makes my heart flutter and makes me smile every time I hear his name, The One I can’t see myself living without.”

“Never?” Grant whispered. He was dizzy from the scent of her spicy perfume and her nearness.

“I was engaged once, but he and I were really too young and we just grew apart.”

“What a shame for him,” Grant’s eyes were locked on Carrie’s full, kissable lips. He fought the urge to kiss her right then and there.

“No, not really, he went on to find his soul mate two months later and they are married with two adorable babies. We are still great friends--we just didn’t work out romantically.” She smiled softly.

“Do you believe in soul mates?” Grant probed and he held his breath waiting for an answer.

“Yes, I do,” Carrie nodded her head emphatically. “My grandparents always said that they knew they would marry the day that they met one another. They were married six months after they met and my uncle was born six months after that!” She winked comically and made him laugh. 

“Do you think you’ll know when you’ve met the one?” he asked hopefully.

“I’ll know,” Carrie said sentimentally. “Now tell me all about yourself, Grant, and don’t leave anything out.”



The List Ch. 02



The following afternoon after school was like a lot of my afternoons through the rest of our senior year: Mindy and I went straight to her parent's house where nobody was home and she'd suck my cock. For the rest of the year, even when she had boyfriends, I stuck it down her throat several times a week.

We were still "just friends", but a new understanding of what our relationship was quickly developed. We still acted the same way when other people around, but in private she was my slut.

What I'm thinking about today is the first time she sucked my cock. It was still about a week before homecoming and the day after my first handjob.

I knew that I was going to get some head that afternoon. The reason I knew is that she slipped me a note in math class. I still have the note. It read "Please let me suck your cock after school?" The dynamic of it amazed me at the time. I felt like I should be the one saying "please" to her, but she really wanted to do it, and she must have wanted me to know how bad she wanted it.

I wish I could say that I sent her back a sexy note, but at the time I didn't know how to respond and gave her kind of a weak affirmative nod.

Naturally, for the rest of the day that's all I could think about. I was still a geek to everybody else in school, but I was suddenly a king to this girl.

We went to her parent's house after school. Mindy's mom wouldn't be home for about two hours and her dad had a job that kept him on the road for days at a time.

I did my best to act cool, but she could probably tell that I was sort of nervous. She was the exact opposite, like a kid in a candy store.

That day Mindy was wearing her trademark knee-length skirt and a brown sweater. She had her hair pulled back into pigtails with matching brown bows. I didn't remember her ever wearing pigtails before, and I liked it.

I really didn't say much as we walked into her house, then into her dining room. She snuck a little whiskey out of her parent's alcohol. They never noticed if we just took a little here and there.

I sat down at the dining room table and started nursing my drink while Mindy stood behind me for a minute, massaging my shoulders. Soon, she crawled under the table and started unzipping my fly.

Up to this point, neither of us had said very much except a little small talk. She spoke up now, giddy and giggling. "Here's what's weird about growing up. I've had dinner at this table every day since I was a little girl. Now I'm eighteen and I'm going to suck a dick at it."

I couldn't see Mindy very well under the table unless I leaned back. I did so to watch her pull my trophy out of my pants. She let out a little gasp like she was seeing it again for the first time.

"I still can't believe how big it is! Have you ever measured it?" She started stroking my warm meat in both of her hands.

"I'm not sure how big it is exactly," I lied. It's almost exactly a foot long, and I knew it.

"Well, it's bigger than my head," she said, and demonstrated by laying it across her face.

She licked up and down the shaft some, and around the head. Then she added, "I love your huge balls, too. I bet they're full of more cum than most guys could shoot in a week."

Mindy started sucking on one of my balls, and struggled to get it in her mouth. Remember, it was the first time I'd experienced that and it felt amazing. She stopped to breathe for a second and added to her thought. "Most guys balls are easy to put in your mouth, like a grape. Yours are like oranges!"

Finally getting a little confidence I said, "And they're going to cover you in cum."

I reached down and started playing with her tiny breasts. I didn't have very good access with the way she was positioned under the table. She took my hint and pulled off her sweater to reveal a pink bra. Mindy was extremely skinny and had correspondingly small breasts, but they were perfect for her frame.

Her lips were still down around my balls, sucking on the source of my seed, while her hands were busy unfastening her bra. My dick, unguided, was casually slapping across her face. The bra came off and I'd finally seen breasts for the first time.

She moved her lips up to my cockhead and started licking around. She said in a teasing, pouty voice, "I want to suck on your dick so bad. Do you want me to?"

Making an effort to sound tough and cool I forcefully replied, "Just suck it!"

She loved my answer, opened her jaw as wide as possible, and wrapped her pretty lips around my head. It was so warm. I'll never forget the first time I felt that sensation. It was almost like putting it in an oven.

The head of my dick was in her mouth, both of her hands were on my shaft—and there was still plenty of room to spare.

She started working more than just the head into her mouth and she looked up at me. There's something special about seeing a girl's bright, big eyes while she's blowing you. I've described Mindy before as a girl who was pretty, but rather plain. She looked beautiful at that moment, though.

As she worked about half of my shaft in her mouth and started to create a rhythm she started moaning. I was excited to realize how much she loved having a cock brush against the back of her throat.

She pulled her head back and my penis popped out of her mouth. Momentum caused my dick to swing back and slap her in the face pretty hard, which kind of made her laugh. She'd stopped because she wanted to tell me something.

"I put my hair in pigtails for you today. Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head.

"The girls call them 'blowjob handles'. A lot of the girls at school wear pigtails to show they suck dick. I wore them around school all day and fantasized about being on my knees in front of you. Grab my hair and pull my head wherever you want—you're in control."

With that she put my unit back in her mouth. I grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and started guiding her rhythm, and that just got her more into it. She was moaning loudly. Mindy was still only able to take a little over of half of my shaft in her mouth.

I noticed that one of her hand slipped under her skirt.

She sucked for a few minutes as we built a rhythm, then pulled it back out of her mouth.

"So are you ready to fuck me?" As soon as she said the words she started bobbing her head again.

"Soon," I answered, "but not right now. I made my list of ten girls I'm going to fuck, but you're number two. I'm going to do it in order so you have to wait."

Mindy kept sucking, but gave me an inquisitive look.

"Number one is Amy. You know, the head cheerleader?"

Mindy stopped just long enough to say, "But she's a bitch!"

"So what? I still want to fuck her. So if you really want me to fill you up with my monster you have to help me. Until you help get me some pussy, you're only allowed to suck on it."

With that I grabbed her ponytails and started fucking her throat hard. Another inch or two of my shaft was going down the throat of my little schoolgirl friend because I was shoving it down.

Mindy banged herself hard with her hand while I humped her mouth, and I could tell she was coming. I was getting close myself. I wanted to try to say something cool like I'd heard guys do in pornos.

"Get ready for a throat full of cum, bitch."

With the strong grip that I already had on her little head, I forced my big dick all the way in her mouth for the first time and started coming hard. I felt like I came down her throat for an hour, then I pulled out and shot a couple more bursts on her face and tits.

She was still fingering herself while I dowsed her and she yelled, "Come on me! Come on me! I want it all over me!"

Mindy laid on her back and spread her legs while I shot the last of my load towards her pussy. It was quite a site, this girl spread eagle and skirt hiked up under her parent's kitchen table, covered in sperm and banging herself.

"Please fuck me! I want your big cock so bad!" she started to beg as she continued to orgasm.

I wanted to badly, but I'd already made up my mind. I started rubbing my dick on her cum-covered face. "You have to help me get Amy first. You know I've always wanted to fuck her. Until I get this dick inside of her, it doesn't go inside of you."

Her orgasm started to subside, and her screams of passion calmed to a low purr. She slid her fingers out of her pussy. With a sigh she said, "Okay, it can't be that hard."

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Remember how quick everyone heard about it when you asked Amy to homecoming and she laughed at you?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I think it's time some new gossip makes it around school. Something that might peak her interest."

"Like what?"

She grabbed my cock to emphasize her point. "By this time tomorrow, every girl in school is going to know that you're hung like a horse."



The List Ch. 02



As I climbed the stairs, I fought conflicting emotions. The night before, I had fucked my sister – twice. We had both been in a drunken stupor, and I had not yet had the opportunity to clear my head enough to try to process the events of the previous night or how to handle them. My sister showed up unannounced, and before I could even broach the subject she had stripped out of her clothes and gone upstairs.

I knew what we had done was wrong, and was having strong feelings of guilt. She was my little sister; had I betrayed her trust and taken advantage of her? Given that she was naked in my house, I felt pretty comfortable that I had not. I still wasn't sure exactly what was going on, either in my head or my sister's. All I did know for sure was that when my sister undressed, my cock became rock hard.

I reached the top of the stairs and turned towards the master bedroom. I entered the doorway and saw my sister, laying on her back on my bed, her arms stretched over her head and her knees bent, legs spread. I stood, staring in amazement at her beauty. I swallowed with an audible 'click'.

"Now, we can take our time," she said. Last night she had wanted me to fuck her, and today apparently she had different ideas. Fighting every male urge in my body, I felt I should try to take control of the situation.

"Lisa, listen," I started. "I'm not sure why last night happened, but I'm not sure we should be doing it again." She lifted herself up onto her elbows. Her breasts stood magnificently, nipples hard, above her flat stomach. She smiled at me. I felt myself blushing.

"I'm sorry if I took advantage of you," I said. She laughed. I went on.

"You're my sister, and what we did was wrong," I said, not believing it at all. Apparently she didn't either. She slowly rolled onto her stomach and slid her knees under her, presenting her perfect ass to me. She giggled.

I felt paralyzed. I wanted to go over and bury myself in her, but despite her obvious advances, I needed positive encouragement. She seemed to sense my hesitation, and rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. She patted the comforter beside her.

It took what felt like an hour for me to force my legs to work, and I walked over and sat beside her. I couldn't look in her eyes, and stared at my feet.

"David," she said, softly. "Look at me." I slowly moved my eyes up her body, her exquisite body, until our eyes met.

"I'm going to tell you this once, so listen carefully," she said. She took a deep breath.

"I've been waiting for a chance to seduce you for years," she said. "Last night I got my chance, and it was the absolute best night of my life." I opened my mouth to say something, but she put her hand to my mouth.

"Don't," she said. "Let me finish. I love you, more than I've loved anybody, including my fiancée. Now that we've made love, I love you even more. I don't care that you're married, or that I'm getting married. I want you, and I want to keep making love to you. I want to keep fucking you. Forever and ever. I don't expect you to stop loving Lana, and I'm not going to stop loving Todd, but I also want to love you, in every way."

She paused, and I had no words. She took another deep breath.

"I know this is wrong, but I don't care," she continued. "You are my best friend, my hero, and now my lover. If you'll have me." I saw tears welling in her eyes.

"I know you might say no, and that will be fine," she said as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "I'll go back to being just your sister. It will be terribly hard, but I'll do it. But I hope you won't say no. I hope you'll give in to your desires. I promise you I'll be there for you, anytime, anywhere. I'm yours for the taking."

I was completely stunned. I had no idea about her feelings, but as she spoke I realized that I felt the same way. Last night seemed to be about completion, about filling a hole inside me.

"Jesus, Lisa," I said. "I can't believe this is happening." I was trembling, whether with fear or excitement I couldn't tell. I wanted to go on, to tell her how I felt, but I was overcome with the urge to kiss her. Which I did. She hesitated, and then kissed me back, softly and gently. After a short time we both broke the kiss.

"Please, David," she said. "Take me now. I want you so badly I can't stand it." Her hands were at my belt, and in an instant her lips were back on mine, her hands reaching onto my pants. She quickly found my hard cock and squeezed it.

"Stand up," she said. I did, and she quickly pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My rigid member sprung free, level with her face. She looked up at me, smiled, and then in one smooth motion she engulfed me entirely in her mouth, not stopping until her nose was nestled against my belly.

The sensation was indescribable. I had had girls give me amazing blowjobs before, but nothing compared to this. She held me in her mouth while her tongue worked back and forth, up and down. I suddenly felt weak in the knees. With excruciating slowness, she pulled her lips off me. I whimpered.

She lay back on the bed again, resting on her elbows. She drew her legs up and open, giving me a perfect view of her hairless pussy. 

"David, I promise you that I will not be this selfish again, but please, make me come," she said. I could almost see her body vibrating with energy. "Please, lick my pussy. I promise I'll do anything for you if you lick my pussy." Her begging was turning me on – although it was completely unnecessary. I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head, dropped to the bed and crawled between her open thighs. 

Her lips were glistening, swollen and red. As I got close, I noticed that she wasn't shaved; there were no traces of razor burn or stubble. She either waxed or had been lasered. I took my time, inhaling her scent. I slowly ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh. She jumped and cried out. Any hesitation I might have been feeling was gone at that moment. I wanted my little sister, forever and always.

I licked her other thigh, eliciting a similar response. She was writhing now, desperately trying to move herself onto my tongue. As much as I wanted to tease her, I also wanted to watch her come. I placed my tongue firmly on her pussy lips, and it was like she had been hit by lightning. 

She started to buck her hips, moving herself against my mouth. I didn't move, and her motion took my tongue from her slippery opening up to her clit. She moved faster and faster, and suddenly her hand was at the back of my head. She was almost in a frenzy, and then she came, her whole body shaking. As her shaking subsided, she let go of my head, and I looked up at her.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her perfect breasts swelling with each breath. Her flat stomach was covered in a sheen of sweat, and ever few seconds she would shiver with the aftershock of her orgasm.

"Oh... My... God..." she said between breaths. "Jesus David, that was amazing. I have never in my life come even half that hard." I slowly raised myself up and lay beside her, on my side, watching her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," I replied. "But I really didn't do much. You did most of the work."

"God, that sounds so bad," she said. "I usually never come that quickly. Last night was the first time. This was the second. And I swear to god, if you even touched my again right now, I'd go off like a fucking rocket." Hearing my little sister talk like that was getting me even more turned on. I put my hand on her belly and slowly moved it down. She grabbed my wrist.

"Nuh-uh," she said. "I had my fun, now it's your turn." She pushed me over onto my back. My cock was standing almost straight up, and she grabbed it and squeezed.

""I'm going to suck your cock, big brother," she said. I felt myself throb in her hand. "I'm going to take a long time, maybe even torture you a bit. But before I start, I want to know where you want to cum." She was staring into my eyes, her own eyes dancing with desire. I was at a loss for words. Even though I had just gone down on her, I found myself hesitant to tell her what I wanted. I wasn't even sure.

"Let me help you," she said, now slowly stroking me. "You can cum in my mouth – either right down my throat, or into my open mouth. You can cum on my face, on my tits, on my stomach." I was losing my mind. This was my little sister, my throbbing shaft in her hand, telling me where I could shoot my load. 

"You can cum on my pussy or on my ass, but not in them," she said. She leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Not yet, anyway." I almost came then, but she sensed that and stopped stroking.

"No cumming until you tell me," she said. I tried to concentrate, but I couldn't decide. Every time I tried to focus on one idea, another part of her body would distract me. She was still staring at me.

"God, Lisa," I said. "I can't pick. I want it all. I want all of you." I saw her eyes fill with tears again, and she bent her head forward to kiss me. As we kissed deeply, her hand resumed stroking my cock. She pulled away and looked at me.

"I'll give you it all," she said. "You can't believe how much I want to give you all of me." She moved, almost slithered, down my body, and I felt her amazing lips again, felt myself taken completely into her mouth. She had my entire length inside her, and I felt her hand cup my balls. I was going nuts. She slowly started moving her lips up and down my shaft. My cockhead would be almost completely free of her lips before she'd slowly take me all the way back into her mouth. 

She continued this tortuous method for an incredible amount of time. I thought I would cum almost immediately, but I kept reaching a higher and higher plateau. I had never in my life experienced anything like this. After what must have been almost ten minutes, Lisa moved her other hand onto my cock, and started in earnest. Her hand and mouth moved in concert, while her other hand squeezed and caressed my balls. It was like a wake up call, and I felt the familiar tingling.

"Fuck, Lisa, I'm going to cum," I said. She kept going, and my cock swelled. She felt my imminent orgasm and once again took my entire length into her mouth. I groaned as I felt my cum shooting straight down her throat. She groaned at the same time. I came for what felt like hours, and then, finally, I was spent. Lisa slithered back up beside me and kissed me. I could taste my saltiness on her lips. 

"Holy shit," I said once we pulled our lips apart. "That was unbelievable."

"Thank you," she said, gently scratching my chest. "I've spent a long time fantasizing about doing that to you. You tasted even better than I imagined." 

I was still in a bit of disbelief. My sister was lying beside me, naked, having just sucked me to what was easily the best orgasm of my life. She had pledged herself to me, to give herself to me. I felt doubt creeping back. I grabbed her hand and looked at her.

"Lisa, are you sure about this?" I asked. She smiled.

"David, the last day with you has been incredible," she said. "I never thought I'd get this chance. I feel complete." She raised herself up on her elbow.

"I've had sex," she said. "Not a lot, but enough. Sex with Todd is really good, the best I had ever had. Until you.

"You take me to a whole new level. Just thinking about you, and how your cock feels in my hand, mouth, pussy... that's enough to almost make me cum, right now.

"I know that I'll never get enough of you. But trust me, I'll try," she said, as her hand slid down towards my flaccid member. As she gently gripped it, I felt it stir. So did she.

"And, it looks like you can't get enough of me either," she said. She threw her leg over me, her pussy right above my rapidly swelling cock. I knew she wanted to lower herself onto me, but I had a different idea. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her forward, until her sweet pussy was right over my face.

This time, I was in control, and took my time. I slowly lapped at her lips and clit, gently inserting one and then two fingers into her dripping hole. When I felt her start to move, building to her orgasm, I would slow down, and I stopped completely a couple times. I could tell she was going crazy, and I wanted to drive her completely over the edge.

I kept it up, getting her close and then backing off. She would try to grind against me, but I'd stop her, holding her tightly until she stopped. Her wetness was dripping out of her now, onto my face. I decided to build to the finale, and gently inserted two fingers into her pussy while my tongue danced over her clit. Her hips started to move in time with my fingers, and I could tell she was close. I could feel her vaginal muscles start contracting on my fingers, and I knew she was seconds away. I slowly moved one finger out of her pussy and touched her asshole. She groaned deeply and tried to push against me. I slid the tip of my finger into her ass, slowly fucking both her ass and pussy with my fingers. She came suddenly, grunting. I kept going until she raised herself suddenly, my fingers sliding from her easily.

"Fuck me," she said. "If you keep this up, you'll kill me." She was still on top of me, her pussy dripping onto my face. Literally. 

"I thought I'd have to wait a bit before I tried to get you to play with my ass," she said. "What a pleasant surprise to see you're into it." She lowered herself so that she was sitting on my stomach. She grabbed my hands, pinning me to the bed.

"Do you want to fuck it?" she asked

"What, your ass? I asked. I had only ever tried anal sex once, with Lana, and it did not go well. The idea of fucking my little sister's tight ass was mind-blowing.

"Yes, my ass," she said. "Nobody ever has." She was staring into my eyes, her eyes glittering with lust and mischief. "I'll let you, though. I'll let you push that big prick of yours into my tiny little ass." She was grinning, obviously happy in the knowledge that she was driving me crazy with lust.

"Do you want to?" she asked again. "I'll let you, but you have to tell me you want to." She had been slowly inching down my body, and now her pussy lips were touching my fully erect cock. 

"I want to," I said, as she moved lower, taking my head into her lips. She gasped.

"You want to what," she said, as more of my shaft slid into her. She was amazingly tight, but so wet that I entered her with little difficulty.

"I want to fuck your ass," I said, thrusting up slightly. She gasped again.

"You want to put this big cock in my ass?" she asked, pushing down and taking all of me inside her.

"Yes," I said. "I want to fuck your ass." She stayed still, my length buried inside her.

"But it will hurt," she said. "I don't think your huge cock will fit in my tiny ass. Will you make me do it?" I was about to console her, tell her that I wouldn't make her. Then I realized she was getting off on it. Her eyes were closed, and she was slowly grinding her clit against my pelvis.

"It will fit," I said forcefully. "I'll make it fit." She raised herself up so that she was vertical, her back arched, her breasts protruding beautifully. Her hand slowly traced its way down her belly and onto her clit.

"You're going to shove your massive cock into my tiny little asshole?" she said, feigning a fearful whimper. I could not believe this was my little sister, riding me while talking about having me force my cock into her ass. It was enough to make me want to cum right there.

"Yes," I said. "I'm going to shove it in, and I'm going to fuck your ass until I cum inside it." I started thrusting up into her. Her hand was working furiously between her legs.

"Ohhhhh my goddddddd," she moaned. She lowered her head to mine, and stared into my eyes. 

"God David, I'm cumming," she said, staring at me. Her body started convulsing, and as her orgasm crashed over her, her eyes remained locked on mine.

"David... Oh... I... love... you..." she managed to stammer as her ecstasy peaked. She finished cumming and collapsed on top of me. She was panting heavily.

"Fuck, David," she whispered. "I don't think I can take any more. Every orgasm is stronger than the last." She lifted her head to look at me, and then started moving, sliding herself up and down on my still rigid cock.

"Lisa, you are amazing," I said. "I love you so much." I had told her I loved her before, but now, with our bodies joined in such a fundamental way, the words had so much more meaning. She smiled. Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"You love me, but you're still going to force me to take that huge cock of yours in my tiny little ass?" She was moving faster now, bouncing on my throbbing shaft. When she said those words, I felt my orgasm rush forward like a freight train. I closed my eyes and let out a low groan.

"No no no, big brother," she said. "No cumming in my pussy. Not yet, I said." She was still bouncing. "You better tell me when you're going to cum."

"Now," I almost yelled. "Fuck, now." In one swift motion she was off me and her face was over my cock, her hand rapidly jerking it. I started spraying cum all over her face, in her hair, on her chest. I watched as I covered her, watched as she tried to catch as much as she could in her mouth. She kept stroking until I pulled her hand away. I looked at her, my little sister, smiling at me with her face covered in my cum. I smiled back at her; I had never seen a sexier sight in my life.

She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself off, then came back and crawled on top of me.

"So," she said. "You just fucked the shit out of your little sister. Are you okay with that?"

"Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty," I said. "And yes, I'm okay with that. I'm going to keep fucking you for as long as you'll let me."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she said, resting her head on my chest.



The List Ch. 02



Nate and Michelle were naked together on the couch, but their focus of attention could not have been any farther apart. Nate's eyes were glued to the TV screen where images of a homemade video were playing out. Michelle was working her tongue down Nate's body, intent on eventually finding his erection.

In the video, Michelle was on the very same couch being fucked by a muscular, thirty-something home security system installer whom she had seduced the week before. The video was Nate's idea. But fucking the installer was Michelle's.

She was working her way through a list of her top ten sexual fantasies, and seducing a stranger in her home happened to be on the list. The lucky installer was pounding his sizable cock into her at a rapid pace and Michelle's cries of pleasure were filling the family room as Nate watched.

Nate watched as Michelle wrapped her legs around the lucky man's waist and played with her tits. Her squeals of joy signaled an imminent orgasm. The man urged her on.

Meanwhile, Michelle had found Nate's stiff shaft and was methodically bobbing her head up and down on it. She had watched the video enough times that a real, live cock to play with took precedence over the filmed fucking. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the installer.

"My God, Michelle. Was he as good as it looks?" Nate asked.

Michelle lifted her head just long enough to say, "Not as good as you in the elevator at work. But still good."

Her mouth once again engulfed Nate's cock and he listened to Michelle groan her way through a massive orgasm on the video. The man was lifting her by the ass and burying his cock in her at a dizzying rate. Michelle's tits rolled on her chest as she gyrated back and forth.

Then she said, "Now watch this."

At the same time Michelle's tongue returned to his cock, Nate saw the man pull out of Michelle and begin to stroke his substantial cock. He held it over her stomach, but it was aimed much higher. Suddenly, a long, white stream of cum shot out, accompanied by an animalistic grunt by the man. The cum landed at Michelle's neck and left a stream clear down below her tits.

Second and third shots landed directly on her tits. Subsequent blasts left strings of semen that dripped over her nipples and accumulated in pools on her chest.

It was too much for Nate to stand. He felt his balls contract and his own orgasm erupted inside Michelle's mouth. She knew from experience that he was capable of producing lots of cum in a short period of time. She swallowed what she could and tried to suck on him at the same time. Cum streamed out the corners of her mouth and down her chin. But she never backed away and let her coworker boyfriend finish.

When Nate looked down, he saw Michelle wiping her chin with her finger, pushing excess cum back into her mouth. She sensuously licked the finger clean and smiled down at him.

"Holy shit," Nate moaned. "What a video. What did the guy say when you were done?"

"Thanks."

Nate frowned.

"I asked him if maybe the system wouldn't need adjusting in a week or so," Michelle said while licking Nate's cock clean.

"Oh, I'm sure you did. You're a fucking nymphomaniac," he said.

"And we're not even half way through the list," Michelle reminded him.

"So what's next?"

Michelle lay on Nate and moved up so her face was directly above his. "I think you're going to like this one."

Nate raised his eyebrows and clutched her bare ass cheeks with both hands.

Michelle said, "I'd like a threesome."

She waited for a moment, and then added, "With another woman."

Nate's mouth hung open. He couldn't tell for an instant who's fantasy she was fulfilling—hers or his.

"But with my rules," Michelle quickly said. "You can only watch until I say it's time to join us. And then it's only to satisfy ME. You're on your own with other women. This is MY fantasy."

As with all the fantasies on the list that the couple had tried—forced sex, in an elevator, at work, and a stranger in Michelle's home—Nate was obedient to Michelle's wishes. This was going to be the first time, however, that the sex would be in front of Nate and he couldn't participate. But the idea of the beautiful, twenty eight year old brunette with another woman was enough to cause his cock to twinge even now.

"OK. But who's the other woman?" Nate asked.

"I haven't figured that out yet. I doubt if Emma Watson is available, so it might have to be somebody from work," Michelle said. "Who do you think would go for it?"

"Does marital status count?" he asked.

"I don't think so. Lots of married women probably would love to be with another woman at some time or another."

Nate thought for a second. "Well, I always thought Karen would be fun in bed, but she's married. Debbie in accounting is kind of cute, but I think she's too shy to do it."

"How about Mary, the receptionist?"

Nate looked up at Michelle. "And she's recently divorced."

"Exactly," Michelle said.

"She's probably thirty three or thirty four," Nate said. "Not too old?"

Michelle shook her head. "Just right. She knows what she wants by now."

"Will you talk to her?"

Michelle smiled. "Do you mean seduce her? Sure."

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"So, what did you and Nate do this weekend?" Mary asked Michelle as they sat alone in the small cafeteria at work.

Michelle had to pause for a second, trying to come up with something far less erotic than the truth.

"Oh, just watched videos," Michelle replied, proud that she didn't have to lie. "Nothing unusual for us. How about you? Any hot dates?"

Mary scoffed at the question. "I haven't had a hot date since before I was married."

"I would think guys would be crawling all over themselves to take you out," Michelle said.

"Apparently not," Mary said. "I'd have better luck with women."

Michelle almost fell off her seat when she heard the words come out of Mary's mouth. All she had to do now was find a way to pick the receptionist's brain without making it too obvious.

"Me, too. Sometimes it sounds pretty tempting, don't you think?"

Mary nodded. "I think every woman wonders about that at one time or another."

"Wonders about it?" Michelle inquired.

"About being with another woman," Mary said nonchalantly. "I mean, isn't that like a popular fantasy?"

Michelle shrugged. "I suppose. But how many actually follow through on it."

It wasn't a question, but Mary pursued it anyway. "The brave ones do."

"Brave?"

"The women who have been left unsatisfied by men time and time again, and suspect that only another female knows what they really want," Mary said. "Don't you wish that a man knew how to use his tongue? Don't you get tired of having them cum in three minutes and not even realize you have a clit? Don't you get tired of having them maul your breasts?"

Michelle's eyes got bigger with each question. Hearing the normally soft-spoken blonde speak with such passion was NOT what Michelle expected. But the quivering inside her pussy made Michelle realize Mary had her attention. She was convinced more than ever that this was the best candidate to scratch another item off Michelle's list.

"Are you brave?" Michelle asked.

This time it was Mary who sat back, surprised at the query. Was Michelle asking her to try it?

"I don't know," she said honestly.

"My answers to all your questions were 'yes'," Michelle said calmly.

Mary didn't speak, looking down at the table and nervously playing with a fork instead.

"Mary, I've got a proposal for you," Michelle said, leaning forward as she spoke.

###

"What did she say?" Nate said, moving his cell phone from one ear to another.

"I didn't think she was going to go for it at first. But I kept telling her it would just be her and me, and that you would be watching, and then maybe you and me would have sex afterward. That seemed to be fine with her," Michelle said. "But it took a lot of convincing that me and her would have all the time we wanted...without you 'interfering'."

Nate laughed. "You are so fucking lucky. She's really a good looking woman. I bet she has great little tits. I'm hard just thinking about it."

"God, Nate. If anybody should know about her tits it's you. You stare down her sweaters and blouses more than anybody I know."

"OK. So I've seen just about all of her except the nipples. I'm still jealous," he said.

"We set it up for next Saturday. Is that OK with you? My place?"

"I'll try not to cum on the drive over. Put on a good show, OK?" Nate said.

"I just hope she's happy when we're done. I'm nervous. I want it to be good," Michelle confided.

"I'm thinking the two of you will know what to do. You'll both be screaming before it's over."

Michelle sighed. "I hope so."

When Saturday evening arrived and Michelle stepped out of the shower, she faced the highly unusual chore of picking out clothes to please a woman, instead of a man. As the process progressed, however, she decided it was not all that much different after all. She wanted something to highlight her ample breasts, thin waist, and long legs. The blouse and jeans she decided on were only slightly more 'feminine' than something she might have chosen for Nate's benefit.

Michelle decided to go braless. Again, not necessarily a concession just for Mary.

The short drive to Michelle's place gave Mary an opportunity to second-guess her own wardrobe. She had gone with a tight knit top that hugged her athletic frame...and jeans. Mary worried about her nipples, prominent in their uncovered state as they pressed against the top's material. Was she being too obvious not wearing a bra? If only she knew how much she and Michelle thought alike.

The only person not worried about any of it was Nate. Not that a guy in his late twenties normally worried more than two seconds about clothes. But his role on this evening would be simple: act as the fascinated observer of two women having sex, openly showing his excitement in the form of an erection in order to stroke the egos of the females. They were going out of their way to look sexy, and his job was to convince them they were. Easy.

By a little after eight o'clock, all three were sitting in Michelle's living room—eating, drinking, and laughing just like any three coworkers might do when they were together. But there was tension in the air; a sense of something significant about to happen that was somewhat out of their control. At first, they sat far apart, in separate chairs and couches. However, as time wore on they started to come together as if through magnetism.

Eventually, Michelle and Mary were on the same couch; on the same cushion. At one point when Mary leaned back after putting her drink down, her body rubbed against Michelle's. Silently, both women felt tremors flow through their bodies. Michelle casually put her hand on top of Mary's and squeezed it gently. Mary pressed her leg harder against Michelle's. It would happen soon, and Nate recognized it from his nearby chair.

The opening both women waited for occurred when Michelle glanced over and caught Mary peeking down the front of Michelle's loose-fitting blouse. Michelle smiled at her and Mary blushed a bright crimson.

"Sorry," Mary said softly.

"Unbutton it," Michelle replied. "Just one if you want."

Mary's eyes returned to the opening. Her entire body threatened to shake as she lifted one uncertain hand. Mary touched the blouse and lightly gripped the top button. A few seconds later, she had it undone and let the blouse hang free, withdrawing her hand quickly.

Michelle grinned and softly pulled the blouse open where Mary's hand had just been. A major portion of both breasts were now visible and Mary found it difficult to not stare.

"Go ahead. Touch me, Mary."

The hand returned, this time sliding down from the top, inside the blouse, and onto the soft skin of Michelle's cleavage. Mary could feel the rapid rise and fall of Michelle's chest. She was glad she wasn't the only one anxious about what they were doing. 

Mary let her fingertips spread out to make contact with Michelle's breasts. But she never touched them for more than an instant.

"Sit in my lap, Mary," Michelle finally said. "Face me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Mary withdrew her hand and got off the couch. She swung around and straddled Michelle's legs. She settled down into Michelle's lap and scooted forward until they were both comfortable.

"Now kiss me," Michelle told her.

Their eyes met and, after a brief moment of soul searching, both women knew it was going to be OK. Mary leaned forward, her lips sealed in solemn firmness. Michelle sat still, waiting for the first sexual contact between them. Their mouths seemed to be separated by only the thinnest of margins. And then they touched.

The kiss hardly met the criteria of a kiss. Lips touched, but it was an impassionate meeting of skin. Michelle was the first to move. She separated her lips and allowed her tongue to glide gently over Mary's mouth. That was all that was needed for Mary to respond in kind.

It took a minute or two of experimentation, but the kiss soon became passionate and the women were moaning loud enough for Nate to hear. Their hands began to explore each other in quest of bare skin.

"Take it off, Mary," Michelle whispered into Mary's ear. "Take off my blouse."

They kissed again while Mary quickly finished unbuttoning the blouse. She yanked it out of Michelle's jeans and flung it open with both hands. She wanted desperately to feel Michelle's breasts, but waited for permission. It wasn't necessary, but Michelle sensed her hesitation. So, she took Mary's hands and lifted them onto her tits.

A turning point had been reached. Mary was now eagerly fondling another woman and Michelle wanted more. This could only result in one thing: the fulfillment of another fantasy on Michelle's list. The remaining question was how quickly it would occur and how satisfying it would be.

"They're beautiful, Michelle. And you're beautiful," Mary said, never taking her eyes off the breasts.

"They're yours tonight, Mary. I want you to do whatever you want."

Mary began by pulling the blouse off Michelle's shoulders and down her arms. Once she had it off, she tossed it aside and put her hands back on Michelle's erect nipples. Michelle responded by wrapping her fingers around Mary's breasts on the outside of her top. Both women closed their eyes as wave after wave of excitement flowed from their tits down to their pussies.

Michelle only waited a minute before lifting up on Mary's top and pulling it over her head. With both women topless, they kissed and allowed their breasts to come together for the first time.

Thinking he would be unseen and unheard by the women, Nate opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and slowly stroked it. He'd have to pace himself, as the scene in front of him was enough to make him cum quickly.

It was at the end of a very long kiss that Mary said to Michelle, "I think we have his attention now."

The women smiled as they acknowledged Nate's erection. And the show had just begun.

Michelle put her hand on the back of Mary's head and pulled it forward in an unmistakable offering of her body. Needless to say, Mary was shy in the initial stages of her exploration of Michelle's breasts. She lightly kissed all around them, but never came near the nipples. It was only when Michelle purposely moved her body to practically force Mary to kiss a nipple that the first contact took place.

Once that hurdle was cleared, Mary spent considerable time kissing and licking and sucking on Michelle's firm breasts.

"Oh my God, that's good," Michelle moaned. "Harder, Mary. Do it harder."

Mary put a nipple between her teeth and gently pulled on it. When Michelle pulled Mary's head down even more, Mary nibbled with greater intensity.

"Yes! Just like that!"

Mary attacked both breasts and stared lovingly at the bright pink nipples that glistened with the moisture from her mouth.

"You're incredible," Michelle told her. "Let me show you how good that feels. Get up here."

Michelle pulled Mary up and positioned her tits right in front of her mouth. A couple of light kisses were followed by forceful sucking. Mary's body writhed in Michelle's lap and she moaned loudly.

Nate let go of his cock just as precum started to ooze out of the tip. He leaned back in his chair and watched while his cock throbbed on its own.

Michelle sucked on Mary's tits for another couple minutes, but both women were approaching desperation. Mary spoke first.

"I want you, Michelle. I want to make love to you."

"I want you, too. Stand up. OK?" Michelle said.

As soon as Mary was on her feet in front of the couch, Michelle was next to her. Simultaneously, they began to take off each others jeans. They giggled as their hands and arms and legs intertwined in a wild stripping of clothes. They were almost childlike in their efforts to get the other one naked first. When it was over, they hugged each other and felt the wonder of nude bodies grinding together in pure lust.

Their hands wandered into every corner and crevice; over every bend and curve. Michelle took one of her soaking wet fingers and let Mary taste her own sweet juices.

"Mmmmm," Mary said. "That's how much I want you. Don't make me wait any longer."

Michelle took Mary by the arms and pushed her backward towards the couch. Mary flopped down onto the cushion and Michelle got on her knees. She gently pushed Mary's legs apart with her hands and inched her way forward. Michelle stared intently at Mary's lovely pussy and the fine blonde hair above her clit.

"I'm going to make you cum now, Mary. Just relax and enjoy it."

Mary looked over at Nate. The look on his face bordered on disbelief. But the size of his erection told Mary everything was working. She was about to have a beautiful young woman eat her pussy and the guy watching was about to cum. She saw the sizable drop of cum on the head of Nate's cock and, for just an instant, was jealous she couldn't get to it. But then Michelle put her face in Mary's pussy and Nate was an afterthought.

Michelle wished she had more of a clue what to do. Yes, she knew what pleased her when it came to oral sex. But having it done to you and doing it to another woman were two different things. She was going to have to rely on instinct, which may or may not have been to Mary's liking.

Michelle began by licking the inside of Mary's thighs. The skin was silky smooth and cool to the touch. It wasn't until Michelle was closer to Mary's clit that she felt the warmth rising from the woman's pussy. The intoxicating aroma made her next move very easy.

Michelle's tongue circled for a moment, and then slid down over the ultra sensitive nub that was Mary's clit. Mary hung on to the edge of the cushion as the tongue rose again, gliding across the clit and applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Ohhhhh, Michelle. Yes!" Mary sighed.

Michelle stabbed at the clit a few more times, and then pressed harder. She kissed the area and spread her lips enough to allow the clit to enter her mouth. Michelle bit down and stroked Mary repeatedly with her tongue. Mary's ass rose from the couch and Michelle slid her hands underneath.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Right there!"

A few feet away, Nate was once again pulling on his cock. He didn't know what he wanted most: to shove his cock inside the beautiful blonde pussy Michelle was eating; or, to stand behind Michelle's tight ass and fuck her. Unfortunately, his role didn't yet allow either dream to be fulfilled.

Female moans of pleasure increased in volume and urgency. Michelle was thoroughly enjoying her job of teasing Mary's clit. But she suspected that another approach would finally bring on the orgasm she felt building up inside her friend.

She moved her tongue down, flicking aside the flaps of skin protecting Mary's cunt. Michelle inched her way lower until the sweet taste convinced her she was in the right spot.




The List Ch. 02



Mary's breathing was more erratic now, and every muscle seemed ready to snap. If Michelle did what she thought she was about to do...

From his chair, Nate watched as his girlfriend's tongue extended out, and then began to disappear inside Mary's body. He had to lean back again, closer than ever to spurting cum all over himself. He saw Michelle's mouth completely engulf Mary's cunt.

Mary cried out her approval as the warm tongue probed the inside of her pussy. No cock had ever made her feel that way. No cock could find the places Michelle was going.

All Michelle knew to do was fuck her friend with her mouth, and she did it with surprising skill. Mary was very close.

The orgasm began when Michelle pulled her tongue out and found Mary's clit once more. Mary thrust her hips forward, forcing her pussy into Michelle's face. Her body finally let go.

"Now! Ohhhhhhh God!" Mary yelled out.

Michelle grabbed her by the waist and hung on, her face buried on top of the throbbing clit. Each swipe of Michelle's tongue caused Mary to explode inside. She lost track of the number of times her orgasm started anew. Perspiration made her bangs cling to her forehead, and her juices trickled down the inside of her thighs. For over a minute she was completely lost in intense delight.

Finally, she had to try to back away from Michelle's mouth.

"OK! Please. Stop," Mary begged. "That was...oh God...that was incredible."

Her panting convinced Michelle their first attempt at lesbian oral sex was successful. Michelle's own pussy yelled out for attention, but she fought the urge to touch it. Luckily, Mary was in control enough to remedy it.

"Come here," Mary gestured. "It's your turn."

Michelle climbed onto the couch and straddled Mary's head. Very quickly, Mary was replicating everything Michelle had just done to her. Michelle leaned onto the back of the couch and let Mary's tongue bring her ever closer to a climax.

Ideally, Michelle would have enjoyed the sensation of Mary's tongue inside her cunt for the rest of the evening. Instead, she started to cum almost instantly. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The rough texture of Mary's tongue moving across her clit was as stimulating as anything she'd ever felt. Michelle couldn't seem to stop pushing her pussy into Mary's face and begging for her to keep going.

Michelle fell onto her side and put her hands over her face when it was over. Mary took that opportunity to play with the very swollen nipples that stuck up from Michelle's tits. At least until Michelle moaned, "Stop! You're going to make me cum again."

"I think that is Nate's job now," Mary said.

The both looked over at the somewhat humorous scene of Nate in his chair, the longest, hardest cock they'd ever seen pointing up at the ceiling.

"Wow," Michelle said. "I guess he liked it, too. I better keep my end of the bargain and let him get off now."

Michelle rolled off the couch and walked over to Nate. Mary remained on the couch, her legs spread and her hand on her pussy. She wasn't going to allow them to be the only ones continuing the action.

Michelle mounted the chair and placed her pussy above the engorged head of Nate's cock. This was not the time nor place for sensuous lovemaking. Nate pushed his cock up into the soaking wet pussy and immediately began to fuck Michelle like it had been months since they'd had sex.

Mary began rubbing her clit as she watched Nate grab Michelle by the ass and guide her as she bounced wildly in his lap. It wasn't the same as Michelle's tongue, but when Mary inserted a finger deep inside her cunt she knew she'd cum eventually.

The couple in the chair urged each other on, but it was Nate that was the focus of Michelle's attention. He had allowed her to realize another of her fantasies and she wanted to thank him appropriately. She didn't even know that on the couch behind her, Mary was also benefiting.

Nate gave no verbal warning that he was about to cum. Only his deep grunts and even deeper thrusts told Michelle he was ready. And then she felt the warmth of his cum filling her pussy. Each of his groans was accompanied by another shot. He gripped her ass tightly and pounded his body into hers with every last ounce of energy until he was finished.

Long after the last of his cum had leaked out, Nate's cock remained hard, a testament to the scene he had witnessed between Michelle and Mary.

Mary's faint whimpers made them look over and catch the last of her orgasms as it subsided. She closed her legs around her hand in embarrassment, but nobody was going to hold it against her.

###

Michelle was half way through the list of most common female sexual fantasies that she had found online. So far, she and Nate and Mary, in one combination or another, had had forced sex, sex at work, sex in an elevator, sex with a stranger at home, and sex with another woman while being watched by a man.

Nate was really starting to enjoy his sessions with Michelle at work where they plotted how and when to fulfill the next fantasy. Little did he know what the next item on the list would entail.

"Well, I'm thinking this one is going to take some negotiation," Michelle said with trepidation as they sat around Nate's desk.

"Great," Nate said with resignation. "Let's have it."

Michelle stared down at the printed out list.

"If you tell me you don't want to...," she began.

"Give me the fucking fantasy," he demanded.

"Well, uh, it's me with...with two guys. At once."

Nate glared at her. "Wait a minute. If you think I'm going to..."

"No. No," she quickly said. "It specifically says here the two guys are heterosexual. This is all about me, remember? You don't have to do anything with him."

He looked somewhat relieved. "Is that really a fantasy of yours?"

"Of course it is," Michelle admitted. "Having two guys want me at the same time is SO sexy. Women want every man to want them. To get two at once is like heaven."

Nate seemed to understand.

Michelle went on: "And, we can combine it with another one here."

"What's that?" Nate asked.

"Pretending to be a stripper, or a prostitute."

His eyes lit up.

"Now we're talking," he said with glee. "You could strip for us first. I like it."

Michelle was always happy to see her boyfriend happy, and the fantasy list had gone a long way to save their relationship. Was this the one, though, that would cause more harm than good? Nate asked the question that might decide it.

"So, who's the other guy?"

Michelle grimaced.

"Maybe you should decide."

Nate shook his head. "Nope. You're the one getting fucked. You decide. But I have veto rights."

It surprised him how quickly she answered.

"Tom. In sales."

Nate, of course, immediately took her fast answer as an indication she was ready to dump him for the twenty three year old stud that joined the company just a couple months earlier. He was a baseball player in college who was known more for catching football cheerleaders than line drives.

She looked at him, trying to draw out a reply.

"If that's what you want...and he goes for it," Nate said.

"Good. Thanks. I'll let you know what he says," Michelle said.

"Will you tell him about the stripper part?"

"How else can I get him to say yes?" Michelle said with a smile.

They met again in two days and Michelle confirmed that everything was arranged. The 'session' would take place at the office, after hours, and in the largest conference room.

"Why here?" Nate asked.

"It's the only way Tom would agree. Besides, he said it was kind of a dream of his."

"Hey," Nate said skeptically. "Who's fantasy is this, anyway?"

"If you want me to find somebody to take your place..."

"What night is it?" Nate sighed.

###

Michelle was a tall brunette who wore dress slacks or a skirt and blouse to work on most days. She was not known around the company for unnecessarily showing a lot of skin. Her job in marketing required her to look modern and professional, and she always did.

So when it came time to take on the role of stripper or prostitute, she was somewhat at a loss for a wardrobe. It took several trips through her closets to find the right outfit. The effort would soon prove to have been worth it.

Most important to Michelle was the right dress. She had determined early on that a formal dress was the way to go because a single piece would be easier to manage in her new role as temptress. The dress she chose had hung in the back of her closet for almost five years, untouched, but now looked perfect.

It was white with light blue dots, knee length, and form fitting. Thin straps snugly held the not-too-revealing top to Michelle's full chest. The dress followed the line of her body, past her waist and over her hips, before fanning out at the knees.

Underneath, she would wear a white bra, garter belt, stockings and bikini style panties to match the bra.

In keeping with her reputation at work, Michelle did not change into the outfit until right before she was to meet Nate and Tom in the conference room. The men did a quick excursion around the office to assure they were alone, and then waited for Michelle.

Her entrance into the room, and subsequent locking of the door behind her, was something neither guy would forget for a long time. She looked stunning in the dress and the addition of stiletto heels put her plainly in the category of woman ready for the taking.

She smiled as she leisurely walked around the large conference room table and toward the two men, who had taken seats in luxurious, high-backed chairs.

"Hello, gentlemen," Michelle said softly. "I want you to sit back and enjoy the show for a while. After that, you may do what you wish with me."

When she finished, Michelle raised one leg and put her shoe in Tom's crotch, pressing down very gently with her foot. The dress rode up and exposed most of her leg. Tom softly ran his fingers up and down her calf, bashfully taking a quick peek at her thigh and beyond.

Michelle pulled her leg away, denying him any further looks up her dress. She walked around his chair and allowed her breasts to brush against the back of his head. She tilted his head back and threatened to place her chest on his forehead, but again withdrew before it happened.

She moved over to Nate. Michelle leaned down and placed her hands on the arms of the chair, letting her chest hang invitingly near his face. She whispered in his ear, "Thank you, honey. Enjoy."

Michelle circled back around so that she was in front of both men. She leaned back against the edge of the table, and then let her ass slide up onto the shiny wooden surface. She swung her legs up in an athletic move, rotating at the same time so her back was to the men. Slowly, she reclined until she was lying on her back.

Nate and Tom now had a view down her body, with her head nearest them. The top of her dress clung just tight enough to prevent a full view of her breasts. But certainly enough was visible to entice them.

Michelle lifted one leg from the table, slightly bent at the knee. As it rose, she straightened out the knee and let the leg extend straight up. Her dress gathered around her waist as Michelle slid both hands up the leg as far as she could reach. She gradually lowered the leg again and pulled the dress down to mid-thigh.

Then Michelle rolled onto her stomach and faced her audience. With one hand, she pulled a strap off her shoulder and let it rest on her arm. She repeated that on the other side. The dress fell just enough to expose the straps and top of her white bra. She let the men stare for a few seconds.

Michelle pulled her knees forward and leaned up so she was kneeling on the table. She let her arms hang down and felt the straps slowly slipping lower. When they stopped, she removed them from her arms one at a time. The dress collapsed around her waist, revealing her breasts and bra.

The contrast of her tanned skin, white bra, and white dress was splendid in the dim light of the conference room. Michelle smiled to herself as the men ogled her upper body and squirmed uncomfortably in their chairs. The thought of having two cocks to play with was never far from her mind, but especially now when she imagined them getting harder and harder.

Michelle held the dress in place as she rose to her feet. She towered over the men and must have looked like a goddess to them as they peered up. Without warning, she let go of the dress and it fell to her ankles. Immediately, all eyes were locked onto the garter belt, tiny panties, and hose covered legs.

Michelle stood motionless for a few seconds, and then kicked the dress over to Nate, who pushed it aside with a smile. Michelle's spike heels clicked on the table top as she moved, causing a distinctive echo in the room. It was a sexy sound, as if she needed anything to make the proceedings any sexier.

Everything she did up to then had been preliminaries. Whatever she did next would start the main act, whose final outcome had to be Nate and Tom having sex with her. How special it was depended on her. Michelle felt she was up to the task.

She was not an exhibitionist by nature, but the awareness of hovering above the men, half naked, with their eyes watching every move she made caused Michelle to WANT to strip for them. She felt dirtier...and sexier...but wasn't that the stripper/prostitute fantasy in a nutshell?

She started to gyrate to music that was playing in her head only. Her hips swayed naturally, and her hands caressed every inch of her body. Michelle swirled her long, brown hair as she bent over, offering varying views of her breasts and ass.

She was unsure what should come off next, but decided the bra was the most logical. She lowered the straps and let them hang in the same manner that the dress had earlier. But the consequences of eventually removing this piece of clothing were slightly more dramatic.

Michelle reached behind her back as she danced and unhooked the bra. She turned and let the men see her bare back as she held the bra in place with one hand in front. The straps fell off her arms and only her hand kept the frilly cups on her breasts.

Nate and Tom watched her slowly but surely allow her tits to come into view. With a flick of her wrist, she threw the bra at Tom. It whizzed past his head and landed on the floor. His gaze never left her luscious tits.

Her nipples were extended from the excitement of the moment. Michelle jiggled them with her fingers, feeling the familiar twinge in her pussy that always occurred when she, or Nate, did that to them. She gave her audience front views, side views, bent backward and bent forward views. Nate was the first to reach down and move his cock to relieve the pressure inside his pants. Michelle winked at him.

Now she had to get creative. She wanted to take off her stockings next, but wanted the guys to start getting involved. The answer was easy.

She methodically unhooked each stocking from the garter. Then she sat on the table, facing the men. They sat close enough together that Michelle was able to spread her legs and offer one leg to each of them.

"Take off my shoes and stockings, please," she said.

Nate and Tom slid off her shoes first, and then leaned up so they could grip her stockings at the top. Soon, Michelle's legs were bare. While seated, she took off her garter belt. Dressed now in just her panties, she laid back on the table.

Her pussy was facing the men and Michelle spread her legs wide. The thin material of the panties barely covered her cunt and clearly showed the outline of her pussy lips. She spun onto her stomach and gave them a tantalizing view of her ass, with the panties stretched tight inside her crack.

Once she was on her back again, Michelle began the final stage of her striptease. She slid a hand inside the front of her panties and made no effort to hide the fact she was seeking out her clit. After a couple slow strokes, she pulled her hand back out and rose to her knees.

Michelle turned so her ass faced the men. She pushed down the top of her panties to expose the upper third of her ass. Following a short delay, she pushed them down a little farther and leaned forward. A few seconds later, the panties were below her cheeks.

She lay flat on her stomach, looked back at Nate and Tom, and said, "Well, somebody take them off."

Tom reached out and slid the panties down her legs and over her feet. She was now naked.

She rolled onto her back. The men stared without shame at her bare pussy. Eventually, Michelle sat up and said, "OK. Time to begin. Get naked, guys."

It was her turn to watch as Tom and Nate stripped out of their work clothes. As she expected, each of them sported a substantial erection. Her heart raced with anticipation, and pride from what her undressing had done to them. By the time they were naked her pussy was soaking wet.

Michelle climbed down from the table and walked behind the men. She ran her fingers across their bare asses and up their muscular arms. Standing behind Tom, she pressed her body into his and reached around for his cock.

"Mmmmm. I'm gonna want that," she said, stroking him slowly.

She stepped in front of Nate, a body she was already used to and an erection she had seen many times before. She pressed her pussy against it.

"You, too," she said. "Fuck me. Both of you."

Nate put both hands on her breasts and pressed them against her chest. His cock ached from the pressure she was applying with her naked body.

"On the table?" he asked her.

"Wherever you want me."

Nate lifted her by the waist and carried her to the end of the long table. He gently laid her down and let her lean back. Nate spread her legs with his hands.

Tom didn't waste any time figuring out how this could work. He scrambled onto the table near Michelle's head and straddled her face with his legs. Making sure his cock was easily within reach of her mouth, Tom bent down and put his head near her pussy.

At the same time, Nate was sliding his throbbing cock inside Michelle's very receptive cunt. If Tom was going to achieve his goal of sucking on Michelle's clit, he was going to have to recognize the fact he'd be very close to Nate's cock. Neither of them protested and the moment Tom's tongue touched her clit, Michelle understood how good this was going to be.

"Oh my God. I don't believe how good that feels," she moaned.

It was the last thing she would say before pulling Tom's cock deep inside her mouth. Tom unconsciously began to fuck her mouth with a steady pumping. Michelle tightened the grip of her lips and he might as well have been fucking a second cunt.

The three of them were lost in their own pleasure. Nate was fucking his favorite girl; Tom was getting the blowjob of his life while eating a beautiful woman; and, Michelle was getting her fantasy of two guys at once. Their moans and groans of bliss confirmed everything was agreeable.

It was no surprise to any of them that it didn't take long for the orgasms to approach. Michelle's striptease had prepared them well. The location and taboo nature of what they were doing only added to the stimulation. And they were having sex, after all. 

Nate was first. He made no formal announcement to the group, other than louder than normal grunts and a muffled 'Yes'. Michelle had no doubt of when it happened because of the spurts of warm cum that began to fill her pussy. Tom had a pretty good idea because of the persistent pounding Nate's cock gave to her body just a few inches away.

It was enough to push Tom and Michelle both over the edge at the same time. Just when Michelle's body began to quiver from her climax, Tom's cock released load after load of cum down her throat. He sucked on Michelle's clit and bit it with his lips, causing new orgasms to overcome her. Michelle clamped her lips around his cock and sucked the last drops of cum out of it.




The List Ch. 02



The table creaked from the beating it was taking. But like the participants, it also survived.

Michelle, Tom and Nate rested in silence for a moment. Then Michelle giggled softly.

"God damn," she mumbled. "THAT was fabulous. Is there any chance...I mean...can you guys...."

"Give us fifteen minutes," Nate answered. "Don't get dressed."

Tom patted her on the ass, as if to prepare it for what was to come.



The List Ch. 02



All feedback is welcome. 

This is a fun story to write, I hope you enjoy reading it.

Part Deux

Danielle faced her old nemesis again. She'd cornered it into submission. Making absolutely sure she was going to reign victorious over this stupid piece of manmade crap. Danielle slid her access card through the slot. A pleasant ding announced that it would accept her as its passenger. Danielle smiled and let the good vibes flow. That is until the double doors opened and her friend from yesterday stepped inside. 

They stood shoulder to shoulder. Neither acknowledging the other for fear of recognition of what he or she had done. Danielle of course remembered the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had at the hands of her elevator companion precisionly well. She'd had two post-orgasms just thinking about it while she painted her toenails last night. 

He on the other hand seemed uninterested in her and unfazed that she was riding alongside him, again, to their respective destinies. She, to go prove to her boss that she was in fact not wearing undergarments; he, to go save the world from back taxes or whatever it was he did on the thirty-second floor. 

The awkward silence lasted all of ten seconds. 

"Unbutton your blouse," he said not even bothering to look at her as he spoke. Danielle felt something quiver deep inside of her. An ovary perhaps.

Her fingers traced the seams of her blouse. They were crisp, freshly ironed and completely ready to be pulled apart to expose what lay beneath. In all of her female wisdom, she decided to do more than the primp and prep. She moisturized everything within hands reach. Shea lotion does wonders or as Marco would call it, "The white woman's cocoa butter." Thinking about the elevator operator inside, outside, and back inside again got Danielle salivating upstairs and down. She was an adult, she made her bed, her coffee, and was starting to make actual meals instead of resorting to Lean Cuisines. If this was wrong, this whatever it was between her, her boss, and the mystery man beside her, then she'd ride it out so to speak as far as the wrong turn took her. 

Danielle began unbuttoning, one, two , then three buttons, all the way to her belly button. Her elevator companion didn't blink an eye. Her fingers shivered, trying to explain to the brain that they'd done their job, there was no need to go further. Danielle pushed through this reaction, unbuttoning her blouse till she'd reached the last cream white button. He hadn't reacted yet. Then the elevator stopped. Someone would be joining them in a few seconds. That was not enough time to re-do what she had undone.

The doors slid apart and a lawyer named Dixon Jenkins stepped in. He noticed right away that her blouse was parted, her breasts pressing through like two puppies begging to be petted and her companion's nonchalant expression. Danielle had only time to button the last two at the bottom, the slightest wrong angle from Dixon could give him his morning pick-me-up. Dixon stared momentarily, as if stone cold on where he was originally going. 

"It's a titty bit nipply out there isn't it?" Floor thirty-two asked to break the ice.

"Sure is."

Danielle shifted her weight onto the left foot, then the right. No matter how she stood, it was achingly apparent that her two girls were visible to the newest member of the mile high club. Every second that ticked away had him shifting his eyes to her neckline and the crisp button down that flared out to assist in the exposure. Thirty-two hummed a tune behind her and moved his body a hair to the left. Just enough to see down her shirt. Actually, neither of her elevator mates had to worry about staring directly at her chest. All they had to do was look at the mirror tiled ceiling. Dannielle's tit's perked up as if on cue. Ready for their close up. 

A pin dropped and everyone heard it. Actually it was a pen. 

"Could you pick that up, sweetie."

The Bic rolled in front of her innocently enough. She did as she was taught. Without bending her knees, Danielle hinged at the hips, lowered her chest down, her ass up. The silk lining of her skirt slipped sky high, the pleasant feeling of air in the nether regions sent a lovely tingle down or rather up her spine. She knew that they'd be able to see up her skirt and around the ring around her rosy. By the time she'd fingered the Bic, both boys were clearing their throats and picking their jaws off of the floor. 

Dixon was drooling around the left corner of his mouth imagining Danielle taking her lips to his cock. He could practically feel her nipples twisting between his index finger and his thumb. As Danielle straightened out she didn't tug her skirt down, leaving a good portion of her upper thighs still exposed. The head honcho next to him wasn't staring at her ass though. He was staring ahead, not even interested in the amazing view in front of him. Dixon made sure to brush her as he walked out of the elevator. He made absolutely positively sure the back of his arm glided against one of those diamond nipples he'd been fantasizing about for the past minute of his life. Danielle blushed slightly, adding a pink hue to her perfect complexion and watched as Dixon Jenkins strolled out with a noticeable hard-on through his Brooks Brothers wool trousers. 

"Close encounter," she managed to say before his mouth smashed against hers. His hands groped and came flesh against her didn't-bother-with-undies-today ass. A devilish grin cascaded across his face and the two stripped the rest of whatever was left that hadn't been ripped off. He stood before her as naked as he was yesterday, which was what she'd imagined him to look like pounding behind her. Abs a girl could wash clothes on, chest broad enough to rip corduroy blazers, and a dick that made Mount Everest feel small. It was currently defying gravity and pointing towards its next victim. Danielle licked her lips in anticipation. 

He wanted to take her back to his cave and screw her until they both passed out. Savage, rough, jungle sex was the only medicine strong enough to cure his need. Her hair had tumbled all around her shoulders, her back, and almost obstructed the view of her perfectly fine tits. That would need fixing. He cupped her face and threaded his fingers into her thick curls. 

She melted against his touch letting his fingers roam and prod, pull and tug. She let his mouth invade her body. Each sweep of his tongue on her lips and nipples caused involuntary moans and jerks of surprised passion, craving more, giving him everything. Her knees knocked beneath her as he reached between them and connected the dots from her clit down her slit. Every flick of his finger made another lightning bolt shoot up from below. Danielle struggled to find the gravity to keep her grounded. She wanted him more than a raise, more than a new car, more than a corner office with a giant window. Danielle clung to Mr. Floor-Thirty-Two like the last tickle-me Elmo, digging her nails into his shoulders and back marking him in her own way. A low growl erupted from the depths of his gut and Danielle knelt down and got to doin' what only four years at a state university could teach. She engulfed his manhood making sure she'd left Miss Prude back at home watching People's Court and eating Special K for the third time that morning. 

He groaned and gripped her shoulders, "Like that. Shit! Suck my fucking cock you fucking whore!"

Words only encouraged the eager to learn. Hoovers don't need to be told how to suck. 

She felt his Disney prince sized hands against the back of her head, urging her on, pushing her chin against his sac. There was so much juice, he thought. Just the creamy slick feel of her mouth tasting and fucking his cock sent him twitching to his tip. He was jerking back in response, feeling her throat muscles contract around him as she swallowed, sucked, and slobbered as today's blow job was brought to him by the letter S.

Her mouth enveloped him, bringing him up to the brink of an orgasm, and then riding him back down. She knew exactly where his buttons were and how to push them to tease and taunt his dick. Every other second he thought he would lose his control. It slipped through his grasp but she was the one who reigned him back in. By the fourth time she was tugging gently on his balls with a third hand, the other two were gripped around his ass and stroking his cock. The unmistakable urge to come came riding up his shaft and this time he was praying she would let him finish. 

Danielle knew he was close and sped up her game by taking swift shallow plunges into the back of her throat. Her tongue traced an outline around the head of him, finding the right tempo and waiting for him to keep up. As the first shot of his release hit, she began to swallow easily. Her tongue lapping back and forth against his sweet spot; closing tightly around the tip, causing Thirty-two to roll his eyes up and out of sight.

"Oh fuck! Sweet fucking. . .," he lost it. Danielle felt him grasping her hair as if it were the last thing holding him to reality. There was absolutely nothing more beautiful than a man writhing through the thick of an orgasm. 

By the time he'd zipped up, regained composure, and convinced himself it was all a dream. Danielle had gotten off at her floor. Buttons in place, skirt hem down to mid thigh. Thirty-two smiled as the elevator doors closed. He could count the number of times he'd come like that from a blow job; brought to him today by the number one. 

"Do you do weddings and bar mitzvahs? Or is it just business men in elevators?" Marco the floor's receptionist/gossip girl smirked at Danielle as she strutted past. She heard him throw one more taunt at her before she curtailed the corner, "You've still got a bit of cream in the corner of your mouth from your cup-of-joe!"

Danielle was a very important member of the elite corporation known as Generex. It's mighty hand had its fingers in almost every market money jar with the exception of the housing market. That's how they were able to afford Marco. Well-organized and snarky bitches don't come cheap. Floor thirty was home to Danielle and a labyrinth of cubicles which could make pac man sprout a little pac boner. The ghosts to avoid were Trisha, Reagan and Laurie. This pack of bitches ate young freshman secretaries for breakfast. Unlike Marco whose purpose was to engage and dismantle good moods, TRL tainted coffee pots, ripped hosiery, and sprinkled their sweet sugar in your gas tank.

Reagan loved chocolate, Trisha loved coffee cake, and Laurie was smitten for an intern named JR Ivy. Junior was son of C.E.O. and company badass Vince Ivy. She who could sleep with Junior was one step closer to MTV Cribs. JR was handsome, well-liked and definitely not gay as Marco could point out. Boss hated him. Therefore, Danielle wanted him. As she approached the pristine block of wood between her and he-who-shall-not-be-named, Danielle caught Junior's glance across the way. He was sifting through mail, tie out-of-wack and bed head tousled to perfection. Junior winked. Apparently he had just come from doing exactly what she had except on the receiving end. They gave each other complimentary chin nods, and Danielle knocked on the door.

The grunt behind the door was legendary. It meant, "Come in, but don't speak until I tell you to."

Danielle stepped into her boss's lair, closing the door behind her, and trying not to think about Mr. Thirty-two and his cock. If a single image of his exploding member came to her, the Boss would know. He always knew. Boss shoved some papers out of the way. His tit hardening stare beckoned her forward. 

"No bra?" He asked, leaning back.

Danielle began unbuttoning her blouse for the second time today. This time without the hesitation or the break line from her inner mother hen. She spread it open to reveal soft, supple, aroused breasts that the Boss fought the urge to sample. 

"No tan lines?" Danielle nodded, as Boss thumbed his chin. "Where's the receipt?" 

Receipt. What's a receipt? Had she known she was supposed to keep a paper trail she would have asked the orange oompa loompa behind the counter for one.

"I need proof that you're complying, Danielle," his Excellency commanded. 

What? He couldn't smell the putrid coconut lotion imbedded in her skin? Even better, she got one of those stickers that looked like a playboy bunny. Not one for rascally rabbits, she'd go for the palm tree next time. Danielle dug through her purse wondering if there was some slip of paper, a coupon, a sample packet of tanning lotion, something that would prove it. What if she couldn't? Would she be fired? But then he wouldn't be chuckling behind his desk now would he?

"I'm actually glad that you don't have one, now we can go on to part two." 

Oh boy. The plot thickens. 

"I have a job for you, Danielle." Mentally, Boss was rolling up his sleeves.

Danielle started to button up while she waited. Boss held up his hand to have her stop one above her belly button. Was that where she was supposed keep it the rest of the day? One false move; a pass off of a file to another secretary or bending over to dig through the break room refrigerator for the Slimfast she left there a week ago would have her flashing like an infomercial for Girls Gone Wild.

Boss stood up to emphasize. He sauntered across to her, drawing a Swiss pocket knife. She cringed. Was she going to have to swear something in blood? Paper cuts were bad enough, if they were going to do blood oaths he'd have to cut her on the arm. He grabbed both lapels of her shirt and drew her closer. She could smell his cologne and wanted to take a bath in him. His hands slipped down on either side, crossing paths with her breasts and their nipples. The soft feathery brush of knuckles against sensitive flesh made Danielle shake with delight. Boss took the blade and cut off the buttons to her shirt. As each one popped off it hit the floor with a little ping. Danielle forced herself to stare only at him and not at her deteriorating blouse. 

"What do you think about JR Ivy?" 

Danielle opened her mouth to have an opinion, but that was apparently a rhetorical question.

"He's a little shit. He thinks he can screw the system and work his way from mail boy to VIP in a year because he's the C.E.O.'s son." 

She got that he we would be pissed off about that. But Boss wasn't looking at Junior through the eyes of a single woman who spent week nights fantasizing about being Kim Kardashian. Maybe he just needed to get an apple martini after work. Boss stepped back from his chop-shop. Danielle's blouse was parted perfectly in a wide V down. Her breasts stayed behind their curtains, about to peak around to see if an audience was waiting.  

"I want to put him in his place. We're going to fuck him."

Danielle raised the Bic she'd found earlier on the floor of the elevator, "Would that be literally or figuratively?"



The List Ch. 02



© The story is purely fictional. Any resemblance with living persons is coincidentally. 

Chapter 2: The Target

On the list are 8 names written. I have to make sure that all these persons will severely suffer in future. 3 out of these 8 are suffering already. I'm sure of that.

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I looked at my mother differently now. Mother wasn't mother anymore. A week after the incident in the shower my mother showed up again. 

"Show me how you piss yourself. Let me see that you drink your own piss."

I was undressed already and my dick was fully erect. I bowed my head, aimed my dick and pissed in my face. I opened my mouth to swallow most of my piss. 

"Good boy. I like to see you like this." 

Mother unzipped her sweater and showed me her massive tits. Then her skirt went down her fat thighs. No knickers. 

"You like my body, don't you. I see you staring at me, Sean. Well, enjoy it than. Lay down, Sean, it's my turn now. I'll give you more than you expected. I'm more perverted than you son. So hurry up, I've more things to do."

Mother is not exactly the loving type. I obeyed her and lay myself on the floor. Mother stood over me, her legs spread. As she is very fat, it is not easy to get a glimpse of her cunt. Last week she pushed my face in her cunt, but today she just squatted herself over me. A spurt of her nectar hit my face. 

"Open up, Sean, drink my piss." 

Mother just pissed in my mouth as if it was the most ordinary thing to do. Whilst pissing she turned around and showed me her huge bottom. She spread her cheeks and I saw her wrinkled arse. 

"Ever played with you own shit, Sean?' 

Mother didn't expect an answer. She breathed heavily and pushed a small turd from her arse. I saw it coming and it felt on my chest. 

"Do what ever you like to do with it. Oh, don't forget, not a word to anyone."

Mother left.

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The message in my cell phone wasn't what I wanted to read. 'V3 is in Amsterdam. Making a lot of fuss.' This wasn't the plan. To finish things off I needed the extra 3 days in Brussels. Thelma wouldn't experience my perverted sexual habits and she wouldn't know how to deal with it. It's a shame.

It wasn't difficult to find Brian in Amsterdam. He was in the office building discussing with the people he thought were his partners. There were some police officers as well. How did he get here anyway? I gave him 10 euros, but not for a train ticket or so. I had to wait outside. Finally he came, escorted by the police, through the doors. He looked around, not knowing what to do. Couldn't go back, because the police blocked the door. He started to walk down the street, frequently looking back to the office.

"Brian, can I buy you a drink. It looks like you need one." 

He looked at me, didn't recognize me immediately but in a few seconds he said, "I don't need anything from you. Get out of my life, you moron. Why did you do it? What did I do wrong? I don't even know who you are. Oh, yes, you have a name. Predator, wasn't it? How original."

"I don't feel sorry for you, Brian. It's your own fault. You should have lived by the standards you express. You have chosen to do it otherwise. So, this is how you end up. Don't expect me to discuss things with you. It would be a waste of time -- for me it would. You have enough time. Keep a low profile, Brian, otherwise you will end up in jail, because you can't control yourself. Everybody will say that they haven't seen you before, never met before, basically they don't know you at all. Oh, by the way, no need to go on the Internet. Your data are deleted. Don't waste my time anymore. I have other things to do. I have to chase a new target, Brian. You're not on your own. You will be addressed in future as V3. It stands for victim number 3. Someone may contact you in future. You will be looked after anyway. Enjoy your new life, Brian."

I turned around and disappeared. What a waste of time. Some people never listen. I have to change my appearance first. I have to find a woman. Tomorrow I fly to London. My next target is a man called John. 

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"Eva, how are you?"

Eva looked at me, and a huge smile appeared in her face.

"Sean!" Eva shouted. "Sean, where have you been? Why did you go away, without saying goodbye?'

"I'm sorry, Eva, but I had to go then. I'm sorry, but business goes before pleasure. I have to go to London tomorrow. Can we have dinner tonight Eva?"

"No, we can't Sean. I have other plans. But if you wait a minute we can have a drink in the bar next door. "

Eva loves to talk. I don't have to say much. Most of the questions she asks, are answered by herself. Eva is very beautiful. She has a small face, slightly bended nose and brown eyes, thin lips and long curly brown hair. Her face however doesn't match her body. Eva is tall and wide. Last time we've met, she weighed 120 kg. She probably weighs a 130 kg now. Eva doesn't have a problem with that. Although she can't hide her impressive bottom, she is fairly good at hiding her massive breasts.

"When are you coming back to Amsterdam, Sean? I really want to make love to you. I love the sex with you. It has been too long now. My friend isn't as good as you are. I'm getting wetter and wetter, only by talking to you and sitting next to you. I wish you could lick my pussy, put your tongue in my arse, drink my piss and eat my shit. Oh, Sean, I wish I could stay the evening. Kiss me Sean, show me that you love me."

I kissed Eva full on the mouth. 

"I love you, Eva. I love it when you talk so dirty. I will let you know when I'm back."

I left the bar and headed to the hotel. No luck with Eva tonight. I'll better use the time to prepare my business in London. I ate my dinner in the room. I don't waste my time. I drank a few beers and around 10 o'clock I undressed. I looked at myself in the mirror and did some intensive exercises. Half an hour later I finished and was ready for a shower. I laid myself in the bathtub and let my body rest. My hand tough was stroking my penis. The feeling is so intense. I'll take my time to get my penis erect. Finally it stood fierce, the skin pulled back from its head. The blood coloured the head red. I put some pressure and some drops of my golden nectar leave my penis and slowly travel down to my balls. There is mother again. She always appears when I'm playing with myself. She is so lovely. Her huge body makes me hot. More piss leaves my penis and I spray my face with it. Mother pisses at the same time in my open mouth. The taste of her piss is like the best Chablis you can get. My hair gets soaked from the piss that I spray over myself. Mother turns around and lays her big tits on my belly. I can piss over her tits now. She likes that. Her knees are beside my head and I look at her bottom, straight into her arse. I kiss her arse, put my tongue in it and taste her inner juices. Mother disappears. My penis is quite long and thick when erect but now it feels like a huge candle of over 10 inches. The blood is pumping into the veins and the colour of the head is the darkest red. It aches when my piss is leaving but I love it. It's only a matter of time when the sperm is following the piss. It is so strong that it splashed onto my face. "Mother!"

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It was raining when I walked into the street where John was supposed to live. He should own a flat in the building named Courtney Court. The street wasn't wide and probably therefore only a one-way street. No cars were parked. The few light posts were switched on. It gave only a sinister impression. My hat not only protected me from the rain but also from prying eyes. I walked slowly. I needed to know what was around. I could see a crossing a 100 yards ahead of me, probably the end of the street. I passed the building. Next to the main door, the names of the residents were written on a grey iron plate. On the 4th floor there was only one flat and only one resident, John Arthur McGestle. My information was correct and actual. Excellent, I like that. Lets see if he is in or if not whether he is in London. Now I wait for a person to open the main door for me. It didn't happen for the next 10 minutes. I have to get on otherwise it will be suspicious that I just stand there. I walked to the crossing and yes it was the end of the street. Across the street there was a newsstand. Didn't need to buy anything but I read some of the news I already heard on the television that morning. Financial crisis, economic crisis, war almost everywhere. That was the good news today. The bad news however was that it would rain for most of the day. I walked back to the building. The moment I passed, a young fairly attractive woman opened the main door. Not my type because she was thin, very thin. 

"Good morning" I said, tipped my hat with my fingers and stepped inside.

"Oh, hi" the woman said and closed the door.

I was in. I took the stairs to get to the 4th floor. I knocked on the door and had my story ready in case someone opened it. No one answered. Excellent. Used a special key to unlock the door. There shouldn't be an alarm system, but I have to be very cautious. I walked inside. The flat was very spacious and quite nicely decorated. The bedroom was still untidy so it might be used the previous night. 

"Who the fuck are you?" The thin woman I saw at the door shouted this at me.

"I am John's lawyer. I have a meeting with him now. Who are you and where is John?"

"How the hell you've got in Mr Lawyer?"

A bit of a foul mouth I thought.

"The door was open, sweetie, you didn't lock it."

"Oh, fuck it. Don't tell John, please. He wouldn't be pleased at all. I'm Rita, by the way. John will not be back before ten in the evening, he told me. You want to have some fun. We can do it now."

"No, I don't like skinny women." I said, leaving the flat.

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I sat on the doorstep waiting for Lucy. She would be pleased to see me again. It has been a while but she is always there for me. Half an hour later Lucy parked her car in her private parking spot. It took a while before she was out of her car. Lucy by no means is skinny. A full figured mature woman she is. Excellent breasts, a bottom to die for and she is fairly attractive. Just like mother.

"Sean!" Lucy cried out, "How nice to see you again. Here are the keys, open the door please."

I opened the door and Lucy walked in, kissed me on the cheek, pressed her tits against my chest and said while walking into the bathroom "Give me a moment, Sean, I'll prepare myself. You know where to find the wine. Put the oven on. Pizza's are in the freezer."

Lucy is like this, simple but straightforward. I opened a bottle of white wine, filled two glasses and did what was instructed. Had to wait for her again. Not particular like that but if the woman does what I want and like, I'll manage.

Lucy walked into the room wearing only a white long and wide thin dress. Immediately I became aroused. Lucy picked up her glass and emptied in one gulp. Not so sophisticated.

"I needed that, Sean, sorry. Could I have another one please? So what brings you're here? Except for the sex with me though."

"Business, Lucy, you know. I have to sort out a couple of things. Will keep me busy for about two weeks, I guess. I stay with you if you don't mind." 

"Of course I don't mind, Sean. You are the only person that cares about me. You may even love me. I owe you a lot Sean. You gave me back my life, my self-esteem. Come Sean and follow me into the bathroom. I want something to do with you. You will like it. I'm sure."

I followed her. My dick was fully erect. Lucy's body is so nice, so beautiful. Her massive tits, her huge body and her glorious bottom were the things I longed for. I need to have her. 

"Lay down on the floor Sean. I will step over you and piss you in the face. It may not seem to be erotic but I just want to do it. Then I will get wet and I want you to fuck me silly with that bloody huge penis of yours".

I laid myself down on the floor and Lucy squatted over me. Her cunt is so nice. She has fairly tiny lips, no hair of course and a clit that is barely covered. I saw her cunt and lifted my head. I have to lick her cunt, I want her juices into my mouth. 

"Oh Lucy, your cunt is so nice. Please leave it over my face, make me wet with your juices. I will lick your cunt for ever." 

Lucy moved her wet and juicy cunt over my face. She let me lick her and I had my tongue moving in and out her sopping cunt. Lucy could not control herself anymore. She begged for more and I gave it to her. Finally she relaxed and with a huge "aaaaahhhhgggg" she squirted all her feminine juices over my face. It came in spurts and wetted me completely.

"Sean, please Sean, lick my cunt, lick my body, drink my juices. Oh my God, what are you doing to me? I want to play with you, but you don't let me. Oh Sean, I love you so much."

Lucy felt down. Her body covered me completely. She is quite huge, or fat you may say. I moved her aside a bit and managed to lie next to her. I caressed her fabulous breast with the tiny light brown nipples.

"You have nice breasts, Lucy. I love these huge tits. I wish I could suck those tits all day long. I won't forget your wet cunt my love. I won't forget your great bottom with your wrinkled arse hole. I will lick you wherever I can. I will put my finger or even more fingers in every hole you have. I don't mind whether you find it dirty. Sex is never dirty. I love you and I love everything that is coming from you."

"I know you do, Sean. Face it then, my love. Lick my fat bottom, lick my brown wrinkled arse, please Sean." Lucy crawled away from me and lay on her fat belly with her huge tits beside her body. She spread her legs and begged me to lick me first and then screw her in the arse. When I put my dick in her arse I felt resistance. A turd blocked the entrance.

"Put it in, Sean. I like it when you fuck me and pumping in my shit."

I pushed further and after a while I was in her bowels up to my balls. I saw her shit coming out her arse and greased my body. I love that so much. 

"Push your shit out, Lucy, while I'm fucking you." And so she did. The feeling was so intense for both of us, that we both had our orgasm at the same time.

"Leave it for a while in my arse, Sean, your dick is still hard. I push out a few more turds for you my love." 

I lay on her fat body, shit smeared and smashed between my chest and her fat bottom.

I look forward to the next two weeks. Having sex after work it the best remedy to stay fit.

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To be continued...



The List Ch. 02: Monica



Italic text represents personal thoughts 

*****Author's Note***** 

This story is a part of a 6 chapter series. Although the chapter could stand alone, it is recommended to read the previous chapter in order to get a fuller meaning of the story. 

Once again, thanks and love go out to findingmyvoice for her excellent editing skills and descriptive suggestions. Thank you fidingmyvoice. 

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Shane tromped downstairs to the kitchen. His mother had prepared steak, medium rare of course, potatoes, and a heaping pile of sugar snap peas. He knew that his mom enjoyed cooking as she often remarked how she felt being able to get to a man's heart was through his stomach. 

Shane's dad excused himself from the table, saying he was going to the shed to get the hedge trimmers, to do some yard work before it started to get dark. His mom sat across from him and stared while he finished his last helping of veggies. 

"Why are you staring at me?" 

"I'm just happy that my baby boy has come home for a visit. You know how pleasing it is for me to take care of you." Maintaining and even tone she said, "I just can't get over how grown up you have become and I truly want you to be happy. Finding the right woman to manage your wants and needs can be daunting, but you're 38 years old. If you ever want to have children you need to start thinking..." 

"I told you mom," Shane interrupted, "when and IF I am ready to go down that path you will be the first to know. I really don't want to discuss it anymore." He quickly realized that he had raised his voice with irritation. "I'm sorry mom. It's just that you do this all the time and it gets frustrating." 

"I'm the one that should be sorry. I know I push you a lot about the subject. I just want you to be happy." 

"I am happy. I have a great education, a great job, and nice home. I am perfectly content living the bachelor lifestyle." 

"I can't promise anything, but I will try my hardest to drop the subject at least for the rest of your visit." 

"Thanks mom. Let me help you with the dishes." 

Gathering up the dirty dishes, Shane placed them on the counter by the sink. His mother insisted on doing dishes by hand even though Shane had bought them a dish washer just a few years ago. Shane took his place, ready to rinse and dry as his mother washed. He recalled the time he and Jolene were at Monica's house doing dishes much the same as he was now with his mom. Monica he thought, letting out a sigh. 

"What's wrong dear?" 

"Oh, nothing. Being home makes me think of some things from the past." 

"I'm glad you are thinking about the past and your time growing up here. Does this mean you will be going to your reunion?" 

"Let's not go that far. I still haven't made up my mind about that." 

After the dishes were finished, Shane went to the living room to relax and watch some TV. As he flipped through the channels his mind wandered. 

Monica had been extremely feisty that day in the kitchen while Shane and Jolene cleaned up. Shane's cousin had announced to her that he was going to be moving on campus for college. He was going to be going to school over 600 miles away from home. This meant that he and Monica would not be able to see each other often. Reluctantly, they both agreed that it would be best just to part ways. Although Monica made that decision mutually with Will, she clearly showed she was not happy about the idea. 

Jolene raised her eyebrows toward Shane without saying a word. He understood immediately what she was trying to communicate. Someone's being bitchy! He let out a little chuckle after Monica walked out of the room. He felt bad for Monica. Anyone could tell she loved Will. She even had their wedding all planned out. Jolene and Shane found Monica sitting on the couch whimpering, small tears welling up in her eyes. 

Before either Jolene or Shane could comfort her, she balled her face up in anger and starting ripping up the scrapbook lying on the coffee table in front of her. Jolene put her hand on Shane's chest, indicating that maybe they should go back to the kitchen for a bit. While Shane sipped his iced tea, he heard Monica start to sob uncontrollably. Jolene met his eyes with a questioning look. "What are we going to do?" she mouthed. Shane replied with a simple shoulder shrug and screwed up face. 

Almost as quickly as the sobbing started, it stopped. Minutes later Monica bounced into the kitchen. "Let's go have some fun!" 

"Sure," said Shane. "What would you like to do?" 

"I really don't know, but I can't just sit around the house moping all day and night." 

"How about we go down to the bowling alley and take out some frustration on those pins?" Jolene grabbed Monica's hand and pulled her in for a big hug. 

The three of them picked out house bowling balls and went to their assigned lane. Jolene and Monica weren't very good, but Shane could tell they were having fun. Shane held back. He was pretty good at bowling, having achieved quite a few trophies from tournaments. He didn't want them to feel inferior. He purposely sent the ball into the gutter multiple times during the game and acted like he hit his leg or stumbled from his shoes sticking to the floor. 

Returning home, Monica was giggling and laughing. Jolene ran straight to the bathroom saying she was about to pee herself. When the door closed, Monica pressed into Shane, grabbed the back of his head and pressed a passionate kiss on him. Shane accepted the kiss, but quickly realized it was wrong. 

"Monica, although I appreciate the kiss, we can't do this. I really love Jolene. I couldn't do this to her. Listen, I know you are hurting right now, probably rebounding, but in the long run, it wouldn't be fair to you." 

"You're right, Shane. I'm sorry." Monica's cheeks flushed as she backed away, the embarrassment showing on her face. 

Jolene walked out of the restroom and saw that Monica wasn't the same giddy self she was when they had walked into the house. "What's wrong Monica?" 

"I kissed Shane just now. I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me, or him. It wasn't his fault. I made the advance," she pleaded. 

Shane held his breath and waited for the onslaught of drama, but to his surprise Jolene only hugged Monica tighter and told her everything would be okay. 

Shane went home that night and started getting ready for bed. He remembered the feel of Monica's lips on his. He was surprised the girls hadn't noticed he had been aroused after Monica kissed him. Her lips were full and warm. He could still feel their heat even after kissing Jolene multiple times afterward. Being a daydreamer, Shane sat on his bed and pictured Monica kneeling before him. Monica was beautiful. Her body was slim and she sported a set of 36DD its to go along with her soft, full lips. He reached over to the nightstand, pulled out his list, and added Monica to it. He wrote down in the asset column that she had nice tits and a beautiful mouth. In the last column, he noted that he wanted to get a blow job from her and fuck her tits. 

Shane reviewed the half dozen names on it; only one name had been crossed off. Then, he folded the list and returned it to the drawer. Visions of Monica consumed him as he fell asleep, holding his raging hard-on. 

Two weeks after the kissing incident, Jolene's and Monica's families decided to move out of state. Shane was heartbroken. Jolene had been the love of his life, and now she was going to be gone. He suddenly knew exactly what Monica had felt when Will told her he was moving. It was another first for Shane. Heartbreak was not one the firsts he wanted to partake in, but it happened and Shane had to make the best of it. Monica and Jolene told Shane not to worry, they would be back to visit. 

Over the next couple of years, Shane had started working out and building muscle. He wanted to be built, but not like a body builder. He wanted toned muscle with a lot of definition, but did not want to look like a freak. He had not seen or heard from Jolene or Monica since that day at Monica's house. 

Shane was a smart kid and was able to graduate from college in just three years. At the age of 21, he managed to get his bachelors and already had a job lined up about 200 miles from home at a software development firm. Since the time Jolene left, he managed to date a few girls here and there. However, Jolene was the only girl he had ever slept with. He had reached second and third base with some of the girls, but Jolene was his only homerun. 

After his graduation ceremony, Shane returned to his parent's home. The plan was for him to live with them until he found a place near his new job. 

He had just turned 21, the week before graduation, and had not yet had his first official drink. Shane decided to go out for the night. Shane had drunk plenty of times before, but never in a bar. He didn't have a car while in college, and he was very short on funds, so he borrowed his dad's 1978 Regal for the night. 

"Don't be too late dear. You know I worry about you when it gets late and I haven't heard from you. Be especially careful if you're going to be drinking. If you need a ride call us." 

"I'll call you later to let you know when I will be getting home mom. Don't worry, and don't wait up for me." Shane knew this last statement would be ignored. His mother always stayed up, waiting for him to come home safely. 

Cruising around town, Shane finally stopped at the bowling alley. It was the local hangout. He walked in and got about three steps past the glass door, when he was rushed by a smiling, blonde-haired girl. He couldn't help but watch her bosom as it bounced up and down. He tried to keep his balance when the girl jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Shane pulled his head back in order to look at the face of the ecstatic girl. 

As if rehearsed, he excitedly asked, "Jolene?!" at the same moment she screamed "Shane!" It was a surprise to see her after all of these years. She had developed quite well. 

"I missed you sooo much Shane!" He hugged her so tight he thought he might crush her pretty form like he crushed soda cans after he had emptied them. 

"What are you doing here? Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to see you! I'm just confused after all of these years." 

"Well, I decided that since I was 21, had my own car, and freedom to do what I wanted, I would come see you. I called your house and your mom said you had gone out to celebrate your twenty-first birthday and your graduation. I knew you would eventually end up here, since this is where everyone goes." 

Shane was still holding Jolene in the air, when his eyes were suddenly covered by a pair of hands. 

"Guess who?" Monica turned his head and gave him a quick peck on the lips. She tried to hug him, but only managed to get her arm around one of his shoulders due to Jolene's presence. 

"Hey Monica. Did you come with Jolene?" 

"Yeah, her dad didn't want her traveling alone." 

"It's great to see you two! I thought I would be here surrounded by a bunch of idiots, and instead I have the two hottest girls hanging on me." Shane noticed a couple of the other girls he had dated glaring at Jolene and Monica. 

Jolene finally jumped down to the floor. They took a seat at one of the booths sitting inside the bar and grill portion of the establishment. Jolene slid in first, followed by Shane. He thought that Monica would sit across them, but instead she followed suit until all three of them were in one seat. Shane could feel them pushing into him like a vice. He was being squeezed tightly. It felt good. 

The waitress approached the table asking what they wanted, pretending she cared about her newest customers. Shane ordered a burger and fries with a draft beer. Jolene and Monica put in an order of fries to share, and a beer for each of them. It seemed like hours passed as they talked about everything that had happened over the last few years. Jolene was going to graduate, with honors, from college with a business degree. Monica said she was working as an administrative assistant for a really nice VP of a technology consulting firm. Will had been completely out of the picture since that summer three years ago. They hadn't even spoken since then. 

Jolene said that she needed to get to her friend's house before it got too late and would catch up him in the morning. "We have a lot of things to make up for," she whispered in his ear then gave him a long passionate kiss. 

"Are you able to give me a ride to my brother's house?" Monica put on a sad puppy dog face. 

"Of course," he replied enthusiastically. 

Monica's brother lived just outside of town. He ran the little motel located on the main highway about 15 miles away. Shane put the car in gear and headed toward the motel. 

Monica startled him as she slid over to be next to him on the bench seat. She placed her hand on his thigh. Blood started to rush through him as he looked down to see her cleavage presenting itself. He had noticed it earlier, but being alone, with her hand on him, he became more aware of the deep valley 

"Pull off up here. I want to see the lake real quick. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning and won't have time to see if anything has changed." 

Shane pulled onto the dirt road, which led to the lake, avoiding as many bumps and pot-holes as he could. He watched Monica's tits sway back and forth with each of the bumps he couldn't avoid. He pulled up to the parking area. It was deserted and they were the only ones on this side of the lake. 

Monica firmly squeezed his leg and closed in on him. Her mouth parted as her lips touched his. Shane responded to the inviting gesture, opening his mouth to accept her advance. Her tongue traced the line of his lips before plunging into his mouth, searching for his. Her warm, full lips brought back the memory of her previous kiss in her kitchen. Oh my God. This feels just as good as I remember. Shane's tongue met hers, and began fighting to take possession of the space created between them. Monica cheated, nibbling his tongue with her teeth. Shane regained ground by latching onto her upper lip. 

Shane turned his body into hers, pulling her head in closer with his strong hands, holding her for a minute before easing up. Monica's hand had been moving slowly up his leg until it came to rest on Shane's throbbing cock. She pressed firmly with her palm, trying to cover as much of it as possible. She pushed forcefully back into him and propelled her tongue as far as it could go. Shane sucked on her tongue as he slowly backed off, dropping to her neck. He kissed her smooth skin softly. 

Monica exhaled when his lips touched her neck. Shane could tell it tickled her. Shane felt her body shiver as he tasted the small goose bumps that had erupted over her neck and throat. Her hand began to massage his crotch through his snug jeans, which were made even tighter by his engorged member. Monica expressed her sudden remembrance of his big cock with an "Oooo!" She snickered. 

Shane continued along the trail that he imagined ran from her neck to her breasts. Who needs GPS when you can plainly see the mountainous destination before you? Shane quickened his pace until he rested at the top of her chest. He planted a kiss at the vale entrance, which stretched to touch both of her soft breasts. 

Monica urgently searched for the button on his pants. When she found it, she vigorously undid his jeans, then reached down into his underwear. She let out a soft moan as her hand connected to the hot skin. Shane buried his face further into her cleavage. With the same ferocity Monica opened his fly, he pulled her shirt up and over her head. His hands immediately cupped her tits over her bra, and he eagerly plunged his face between them. He nearly smothered himself. 

Monica grabbed the back of his head and pulled hard, which made Shane struggle for air. She started to lie back. Shane watched her sink as he stripped his shirt off and grasped her waist. He clutched the edge of her yoga pants, which he quickly found, and pulled savagely until they slipped off her feet. He didn't have to worry about removing any panties, because she wasn't wearing any. Shane fought, uncomfortably contorting himself, to remove his pants. Monica released her heavy breasts from her bra and threw it on the floorboard. 

Naked, heated, and full of animal lust they looked at each other. She looked absolutely stunning. Her smile widened as she looked between his legs to see his 8 and one-half-inch manhood. Licking her lips she held her arms outstretched, begging for him to come closer. 

Shane wanted to ravage her. Her mouth opened to form a perfect O as he lowered his head between her legs. As he inhaled her tantalizing aroma, memories of Jolene's sweet scent invaded his thoughts. Monica's pussy smelled almost the same as Jolene's. Does it taste as good? 

She was so wet he could see the glistening trail that ran down her slit toward the seat. Shane took one swipe with his tongue to confirm that she did taste just as good as Jolene. "Mmmmm," Monica moaned while she arched her back. 

Shane slowly inserted a finger into her, but found very little resistance due to the amount of lubrication she was producing. Deciding to place two fingers inside of her, he began to stroke them in and out. He touched his tongue to her clit. Shane circled her clit, pushed hard as he wagged his tongue one way then the next, and repeated the process. With every swipe of his tongue, Monica's body jolted. "Oh GOD!! Right there! Don't stop!" He had already intended to not stop licking her until she showered his face with her cum. Shane added another finger, then the fourth. 

Monica bucked hard against his palm with his fingers shoved deep inside of her. She stopped for a moment and commanded, "Fuck me with your fingers faster and harder! Come on! Fuck my pussy with those fingers!" Speeding up his plunging in and out of her, he was unable to maintain the contact his mouth had on her clit. He sat up, and Monica reached down to her clit to rub and smack it. "Oh! OH! MMMMMMmmmm," she responded, between heavy breathing and short fast pants. 

Shane placed his tongue on her clit and sucked hard. Her body arched, bent, and bucked under his pleasurable tongue. Monica placed her hands above her head, solidly made contact with the car door, enabling her to push into Shane's fingers with more power. She screamed, "OH! YES! YES! YES!YES! OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'm cumming Shane! I'm cuuummming!!" 

Shocked when all of a sudden Monica's cunt flooded his mouth, face, and chin with a geyser of her cum; Shane sat with his mouth agape. She had squirted so much that he and the seat were covered. 

As Monica took heavy breaths, her chest raised and lowered with great effort. Her hand reached down between her legs to run her finger up and down her slit. She collected as much of her own juices as she could. She continued rubbing while sliding her hand around his cock. While she stroked him back and forth, she lifted her soaked finger to her lips, traced along the soft rosy perimeter, and then sunk it into her mouth; sucking her sweet cum. 

Shane scooted forward. His cock had become even harder as he watched her suck and lick her finger. He placed the head on her clit and pushed his cock forward. He ran the underside of his member's full length across her clit. Monica gasped to catch her breath. His cock ran back down her clit and he entered. She made no attempt to stop him as he pushed slowly. Monica relaxed and received his cock inch by inch until it found her cervix. 

He was on the verge of cumming, but Shane controlled it. He pulled out slowly until only the tip remained inside of her. He waited a few seconds before he started rotating his hips and then fully thrust into her. Monica's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she brought her knees up toward her shoulders. She took all of Shane's cock as deep as she could. 




The List Ch. 02: Monica



Shane made six quick, short thrusts and then plunged himself completely into her. He held himself there for a second before slowly backing out. He repeated the process multiple times. 

Shane sat up straight and brought her legs together, and placed her ankles on either side of his head. With reckless abandon, he ploughed into her. Monica's lips parted into a slight smile and he could see the pleasure spread across her face. Even though her eyes were closed, he could still tell they rolled inside her head. 

Monica started to thrash her head side to side while she held her breath, before letting out a scream. "AHHHHH SHIT! Fuck me Shane!! Fuck my pussy and make me cum again!" 

Shane quickly brought her legs down to the side of him, and made 3 more fast hard thrusts into her. Monica's body convulsed as her vagina tightened around Shane's shaft. He left himself buried inside of her as she continued to orgasm. He could feel her juices flowing. 

Monica came down from her climax when Shane pulled out and thrust in one more time with his thumb pushing and rubbing on her clit. Monica was sent into another orgasm that rippled through her body. She leaned forward, grabbed Shane's shoulders, and hugged him firmly as she dug her fingernails into his flesh. Monica brought her head up and placed it under his chin. Her body went rigid before it quivered and shuddered. Shane held her and stroked her hair. 

"That was fucking intense! I have never squirted before! I could feel every vein of your gorgeous cock as you drove it into me. OH MY GOSH! Here I am relaxing, and you haven't even cum yet!" 

Monica pushed Shane back and made him lay down. Eagerly, she lowered her lips to kiss the head of his cock. She tasted her cum on him and began to lick the length of his shaft from top to bottom. She continued until he was completely clean of her cum. 

Positioning her mouth above him again, she spit on the head of his dick and stroked her hand up his cock. She pushed down the saliva around the edges of the ridge with her mouth. Monica released him to start over as she took him a little deeper each time. Monica dragged her tongue across his sensitive flesh as she pulled away to gather more of her saliva, which added to the lubrication in order to take more of him in. 

Shane watched in amazement as Monica sucked him in deeper with each bob of her head. Jolene was only able to get about half of his cock in her mouth. Of course, Jolene had a small mouth. Monica managed to get over half his big cock without gagging. Her spit ran down the sides of his shaft. She continued her dive and took another inch. Within minutes she had her nose pushed into his pubes, while his cock hit the back of her throat. Withdrawing his cock slowly, she began her next dive into his crotch. She started to pump him with her hands as she increased the pace at which her head moved up and down. 

"Ahh. Wow! That feels good Monica. I've never felt a mouth like yours. Keep doing that with your tongue!" 

Shane's balls tensed and his cock swelled at the base. Pumping faster, she held her mouth over the head of his penis. Monica sucked and licked. Shane's legs tightened as he announced, "I'm going to cum! Take my load in your mouth Monica. I'm fucking your beautiful mouth and I want you to swallow every last drop!" 

"MmmHmm! MmHMM!" was the only reply before he blast the back of her throat. The first spurt of his spunk found its way down her throat. The second one shot into her mouth, and even though it was not as large as the first it filled her. She was required to swallow fast and hard as another burst was about to be released. Monica took the last shot into her mouth, but instead of swallowing she opened her mouth to show Shane. She sat back, parted her lips, and let his cum leak out. It ran down her chin and fell on her tits. She moved her head slowly from side to side as she let the rest drain from her mouth onto her tits. She massaged it in, rubbed it in circles around her nipples, and cupped her breasts, before she smeared it all around. 

Shane was mesmerized with how sexy it looked. "You like that, don't you? Do you like to see me rubbing my tits with your cum?" 

Shane nodded emphatically. He stood up as far as the car roof would let him. Monica lowered herself and wrapped her big tits around his dick. "Mmmm, it's a nice fit," she said. 

"It feels perfect to me." Shane started thrusting upward while Monica pushed her tits down. She squeezed them together to give Shane the friction he needed. He fucked her tits like a wild animal. A few times Monica buried her chin to her breast bone, and let the head of his cock slip into her mouth. 

Monica separated her breasts to give his dick freedom and took him into her mouth. He shoved his cock as far as it could go. For the first time, Monica gagged. Shane pulled her head toward him forcefully. He rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. He heard her gag with each inward thrust and felt the buildup of saliva that covered the length of his shaft. With a final spit on his cock, she placed it between her tits again. "Mmmm," she hummed as he moved his hips. 

"That feels so good. I love seeing the head of my cock pop out from between your tits like that." Shane thrust harder to get as much of his cock to extend beyond the barrier of her cleavage. He pumped hard and fast, pulling Monica's hair, making her look into his eyes. 

Shane felt the familiar feeling of cum ready to explode as he rocked back and forth in Monica's deep valley. Monica must have sensed he was getting close as she lowered her chin, with her mouth open wide. Shane wailed, "AHHHH! Here it comes! Here it COMES!!" A thick rope of cum shot forth and landed squarely of Monica's forehead. The second one went straight into her open mouth. The third and fourth landed on her big tits. Even though this was his second time tonight, the amount of cum was sizable given the short time in between. 

Exhausted, cramped, and covered in cum, both decided it was time to clean up. The seat of the car was slippery. The two of them tried to get up multiple times, but fell back down onto the seat. Shane was able to find a couple of Kleenex's in the car. Monica and Shane went for a quick swim in the lake to wash their bodies off. On their way back to the car, Monica spotted a towel that had been left on a log. It looked fairly clean, so they used it to clean up the seat of the car. Shane thought, Thank God vinyl is easy to clean. 

Shane took Monica the rest of the way to her brother's house, and gave her a long kiss goodnight. "We need to do that again. Though, next time I want to see exactly how many times you can cum with that big cock of yours. So, plan your day accordingly for when I decide to give it up again," she chuckled and hobbled inside. 

Once he returned home, Shane went immediately to his room. He remembered his list in the nightstand drawer. Three years had passed since he was able to cross anything off of it. He looked for Monica's name, and slowly put a line through it as he thought of something to add. He had loved Jolene and began to think he might have loved Monica too. Shane wrote Jolene and Monica on a new row. He combined the assets list from both girls, and finished the listing with one simple word, "Threesome." 

The doorbell rang, snapping Shane out of his daydream. He went to the door to see one of his high school friends, Steven, standing with a 12 pack under his arm. "Take those out back and I'll get some of dad's scotch to top it off," he said as he invited Steven in. 

"Do you remember Jolene and Monica?" Shane asked, as he popped the tab on a beer and started recounting his daydreams that day.



The List Ch. 03



The List Ch. 3 "Good Cook"

Grant sat up with a start the next morning and rubbed his aching head. He hadn’t thought that he had had that much to drink, but his pounding head and queasy stomach told him otherwise. He gingerly placed his feet on the floor and dropped his head between his knees. That seemed to make him feel better. After what seemed like a hundred years, he stood up scratched his belly and made his way to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. He thought about Carrie as he washed his hair, he thought about the way they had danced the night before as he soaped his body. He thought about their quick goodnight kiss as he stepped out of the shower and toweled off. There was something about this woman that just wouldn’t let him go. When her wonderfully smooth milk chocolate colored skin, dark almond-shaped eyes, and well-rounded body in a body hugging pink sweater and fitted black pants came to mind he was not surprised to see that he was already hard. He laughed to himself and muttered “Down, Jamie!” and thought decidedly unsexy thoughts until his mind was off of Carrie. As he was tugging on a pair of boxer-briefs, the phone next to his bed rang. He picked up the receiver and answered more cheerfully than he felt.

“Hello?”

“Grant, it’s Janna.” The voice on the other end of the line said briskly. “We need you for a meeting ASAP.” 

“I just stepped out of the shower, but I can be dressed and at the house in about ten minutes.” What is this about? He thought to himself as he put on a pair of jeans, oatmeal colored cotton sweater and sandals. He strolled across the property to the guesthouse that was being used as quarters for the staff and crew, and adjusted his sunglasses to the top of his head. He looked around the sprawling grounds as he waited for someone to open the door, and thought for the thousandth time that is was strange that he was here. His friend Rob worked as an assistant to the famous reality show producer, Ron Headly and had pulled Grant aside at a cocktail party a few months ago and asked if he was seeing anyone.

“No, not right now,” Grant had answered hesitantly. Why in the world would Rob ask him a question like that? He wondered.

“My boss is casting for a new show and I really think that you would be perfect for it.” Rob has begun,

“Oh, no! I’ve seen some of the shows your boss has put together,” Grant had answered shaking his head. “I am not eating rat brains or anything like that.”

“This isn’t one of those shows, Grant. This is a dating show. Ron is looking for someone who is a successful businessman that would like to find a woman to settle down with. I think you are just what we are looking for. You’re handsome, funny, rich—“

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me, Rob,” Grant pretended to bat his eyelashes at his friend and giggled coyly.

“You know what I mean!” Ron said taking a nervous sip of his beer. If he could get Grant onto this show, there would be a bonus in it for him as well as the possibility of a raise. “You have said a million times or more that you have trouble meeting the right women, let the show help you.” 

“Please. Both of us know that the only women who show up for that kind of thing are golddiggers or women who want to get their faces out there so that they can be discovered. No thanks, buddy!” Grant patted Rob on the back and started to turn away.

“Wait! It could be exposure for you firm!” Rob called out quickly. He watched Grant turn back to him slowly.

“Are you suggesting that I go on national television to promote the business that I have worked so hard to build for the past eight years?”

“W-well, that is-um…” Rob searched for the words he thought his friend might agree to. But was having trouble even remembering why he had brought it up in the first place.

“I love the idea!” Grant blurted. “Anyway, how bad of a job can the show do? I certainly haven’t had much luck trying to find Ms. Right on my own!”

“Come by the office on Monday and we’ll talk about the particulars and set you up with a screen test!” Rob couldn’t believe his luck. That new BMW was well within reach now.

The door to the guesthouse which was doubling as the meeting house and dorm for the staff working on the show was flung open and Janna looked at him. “Come in, Grant, Ron is waiting for you.” Grant followed her down the short hallway and waited until she opened a door. “Wait here, please,” she directed him into the room then left closing the door softly behind her.

Grant sat down and looked around himself a little nervously and anxiously chewed a hang nail while he wondered for the twentieth time why he was there. Grant’s eyes were studying an incredibly ugly painting above the fireplace in the dining room when he heard the door open and he turned.

“Grant! Good to see you!” a fiftyish year-old-man said with warmth as he walked through the door. He was none other than Ron Headly, the executive producer of the show. I must be in real trouble, if he has come to talk to me in person. Grant reflected.

“Hello, Ron.” Grant extended his hand and began to stand up.

“Have a seat, my good man,” Ron smiled and shook grant’s hand efficiently, “Quite a date you had last night, eh?” Grant was startled to know that Ron had already seen the date, but then he had probably seen everything; he was the producer after all. He had seen ever move that had been made from the very beginning, Grant was sure.

“Yes, we had a good time,” Grant said cautiously.

“I want to talk to you about a certain contestant—“

“Carrie?” Grant’s eyebrows shot up. This wasn’t going to be anything nice.

“Yes, Carrie. It occurs to me and it is evident to all the rest of the crew that there are feelings that are not being hidden between the two of you.” Ron’s standing over Grant was making him nervous as Ron had intended. Grant fought the urge to squirm and kept level eye contact with Ron. He was determined not to let Ron see how uncomfortable he really was. So it was evident that they cared for one another, huh?

“You have to keep the audience guessing,” Ron continued. “If there is no mystery, there will be no audience, if there is no audience, there is no show and I will not have one of my shows pulled from the air, do you understand?” His pale blue eyes were hard and his words crystal clear.

“Yes, sir,” Grant mumbled. He resented being scolded like a child.

“I’m glad that we understand one another. Now pay some attention to the other seven beautiful women in that house—don’t choose too soon, my boy, be sure, there are a lot of men who would want to be in your shoes right now.” Ron turned on his heel and strode out the door leaving Grant to exhale angrily and sulk like a young boy.

“Grant?” Janna poked her head through the door “Don’t forget that you have that challenge in thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, okay,” Grant stood and walked up to the door, but Janna didn’t move.

“I’m really sorry about that,” Janna said gently. “I had no idea that is why Ron requested the meeting.”

“It’s alright, I know you were just doing your job,” Grant said heavily.

“For what it’s worth, I think you and Carrie are perfect together,” Janna gave him a brilliant smile. “I think she’s good for you.” She scampered away and left Grant to let himself out of the house. He allowed himself a small smile, and then he walked out the door and headed toward the mansion.

* * *

“Ladies!” Sunny called to the Group who was gathered in the living room. All of the women were waiting to see what the challenge would be for today and most of the had been chatting loudly for a good part of the morning, all except for Carrie, whom Collette gave a worried look to. During breakfast, Carrie had seemed to be on top of the world, and then she had been called away by Janna. When she had returned a few minutes later it was obvious that she had been crying. The sniffing and the red rimmed eyes were the tell-tale signs, but she was being so close lipped about what had happened that Collette was worried that Carrie was being let go from the show. Collette gave her new friend a pat on the shoulder and gave her arm a small hug. She would get to the bottom of this. “Ladies, this morning we will have a cook off that will showcase your abilities in the kitchen. Grant is seeking a woman that has not only beauty and brains, but a lady who also knows her way around the kitchen. 

“We have here, slips of paper that have which course you will be required to make. You may make your best item within that category, and you have one hour in which to make it. Good luck to you all, we will be taking you to the kitchens we have set up in just a few moments.”

Carrie frowned and sighed. This morning was getting worse and worse. When she had awaked this morning she had been on top of the world. When she was eating her breakfast she had been called away to talk to the head producer and had been told to stay away from Grant, and now she was going to have to cook for him. There were many things in which Carrie excelled, but cooking was not one of them. She was an embarrassingly bad cook.

The women were walked to an outdoor tent that was divided into eight separate kitchens, four on each side of an aisle, with a fair amount of workspace around each of the ovens. When the women were in their respective kitchens the small box that Sunny had shown them earlier was passed to them and they were given their assignments. Carrie groaned. Dessert, the printed piece of paper said. What in hell was she going to make? Carrie decided on cookies, how hard could those be? She tried to think of a cookie recipe that she might know and she went to gather her supplies. She said a small prayer, tied a green and white checkered apron around her slim waist, grit her teeth and set to work.

Grant was ushered into the women’s workspace and told to walk around and talk to each one to find out what they were going to make for him and to get to know them better. He looked for Carrie expectantly and saw that she was the last booth on his left hand side and made a mental note to save their conversation for last.

The women were told to start and as they worked furiously Grant stopped at each booth and made small talk with the women. Leah’s eyes gleamed as he approached her and she put a sexy smirk on her face.

“Well, hello!” she said as she expertly cracked an egg into her bowl. 

“Hello, Leah,” Grant smiled at her and watched as she mixed the egg with a bit of buttermilk and a pinch of salt. “What category did you choose?” He asked as she took out a peppermill and ground a bit of pepper into the batter.

“Main course, my love.” Something about the way she said it made Grant’s hair stand on end. “I hope you don’t mind fried chicken. This is a special recipe that my grandma learned from her mama and it has been passed down to all of the women in my family since.” She brought up a tray of raw chicken and dipped it piece by piece into the egg mixture. She then rolled the eggy portion in flour and then repeated the steps again. “If you dip it twice it makes the crust crispier.” She explained.

So, where are you from?” He asked as she dropped her first piece into the waiting fryer. The sound of crackling oil overpowered Leah’s voice for a moment, but when she repeated it for him he nodded. “Chicago, huh? I grew up just a few hours from there. My senior year of high school my friends and I would go up there for the weekend at least once a month.”

Leah smiled brightly. “It’s a great place to grow up. I would love to raise my own children there.”

“I only saw the nightlife, but I’m sure that it was.”

“Maybe I’ll get a chance to show you around sometime,” she said hopefully. She made a show of taking the chicken out of the fryer and placing it on a bed of paper towels to drain. “And I can even make you a home cooked meal!”

“Great,” Grant answered none too enthusiastically.

“I should go and check on some of the other contestants,” he absently waved his hand in the direction of the others.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” She was disappointed that Grant was leaving.

“See you later, Leah.”

Grant walked away gratefully and started towards Carrie’s booth, almost skipping two other women.

“Grant!” Janna called to him. He turned around and saw her hurrying to his side. “Don’t forget to wish Courtney and Tiffany luck.” She arched her eyebrows in an effort to let him know that he was being watched.

“Thanks, Janna.” He sighed. All he wanted to do was talk to Carrie for a few precious minutes. He headed over to the first booth and watched as Courtney whipped up a delicate soufflé and as Tiffany put the finishing touches on a pasta salad. When he was finally able, he sought out Carrie and chuckled when he saw the smear of flour across her forehead.

“Hey, stranger,” he murmured.

“Grant! Hi!” she said cheerfully, and then she looked down to inspect her shoes. Ah, he thought, they spoke to her too. 

“So what did you draw?” He asked softly.

“Dessert!” she whined. “I’m such a bad cook, Grant. If there is one thing I can promise you, it’s that this will be terrible!”

“I doubt that,” he said. “I bet there is nothing you can’t do.”

“Cooking is that one thing. I may be brilliant on paper, but I can’t boil water.” They laughed together. 

“I had a great time last night.” He cooed.

“Me too.” She smiled affectionately. “But we have to—“

“I know,” he said before she could finish. He let himself get lost in her thickly lashed, dark brown eyes and then he blinked. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He said finally.

“I know.” She studied her shoe again and the looked up and winked so quickly Grant almost didn’t see it. “I’m not going to win this competition, but I’ll see you later.”

“Okay,” he put out his hand and wiped away the flour. They both started at the tingle that jumped from his body to hers. “See you later, Carrie.” He said as he turned and walked away.

“Yeah,” Carrie whispered to no one in particular.

* * *

Grant had had dish after dish of food brought to him and frankly, he was tired of eating, but he was waiting for Carrie to come through the door and so he endured every dish that came to him and each one of the ladies who looked so expectantly at him. Some of the dishes were quite tasty. Leah’s fried chicken was definitely the best so far, but some of the dishes were bland and others were just plain awful. He sighed and patted his stomach, then watched the door open yet again. When would dessert finally get here? Collette came in bearing the first of the desserts and Grant smiled at her as she served the beautifully executed chocolate cake. 

“I hope you like it,” She breathed as she set the plate in front of him. He really was stunning, but to tell the truth, he was not her type. In fact, men were not her type at all. There was something about women that made her heartbeat faster and her palms get sweaty. It had been that way for as long as she could remember. She laughed a little as she watched him take a bite and close his eyes in ecstasy. This was a phenomenal cake.

“This is amazing, Collette!” Grant exclaimed taking another bite, and then another. “The best cake I have ever had!”

“Thanks,” she said humbly, “I learned the recipe from my mother. But I have to tell you, I almost didn’t make it in here, the other ladies tried really hard to hijack the cake!”

“I’m glad that the both of you made it in safe and sound,” he laughed.

“Yeah, thanks.” She took the remainder the cake and put it at the far end of the table with a smile. “Would you like another piece?” They both chuckled at the innocent double entendre and then Grant shook his head.

“No, but thank you.”

“Then I hope you won’t mind if I take this to the waiting vultures out there.” Collette pointed to the door that she had just come through.

“Not at all.” She smiled fetchingly over her shoulder on the way out and called “Here comes Carrie.”

Carrie hurried through the door that Collette had left open for her and heard it close behind her. She was the last of the women to make her presentation, and she had been on pins and needles waiting to get close to Grant. She grinned at him and set the tray down in front of him. There were only six cookies on the plate but they were grossly misshapen and burned.

“Sadly, these are the best of the batch,” Carrie said, grimacing. 

“They look—well—very good?” Grant said trying to be diplomatic.

Carrie laughed merrily, “Don’t spare my feelings; I know they’re terrible, I’ve tried them already.” She watched with her mouth open as Grant lifted one off of the plate. It was far heavier than he expected it to be. “I can’t believe you’re going to do it!” She said in amazement. He took a bite and made a face. True to her word, the cookie was awful. He chewed for two more bites before Carrie finally handed him a napkin and told him to spit it out which he did thankfully. 

“That was—“ He was truly at a loss for words.

“Terrible. Bad. Dreadful. Awful…feel free to stop me at any time.”

“It was all of the above.”

“I tried to warn you.” Carrie said in a sing-song voice. “There are many things that I can do, but not cook, sorry.”

“That’s what restaurants are for,” Grant’s eyes half closed as he gazed at Carrie. She could see the desire for her in his eyes and she stood quickly. There was no way she was going to be accused of cheating at this game and get thrown out of the house.

“I should go,” She said a bit too loudly.

“Yeah,” Grant said snapping out of his stupor. 

“I hope to see you soon,” Carrie said smoothly.

“You will.” He answered back. Grant watched her retreating back and laughed heartily. She had been right. There was no way she was going to win this contest, but he was determined to be with her again. He smirked as he stood up and went to the door, he had to pick a winner, and let someone else go, but his mind was already formulating a way to get close to Carrie at the next round. As far as he was concerned, she was the only woman for him and he was going to get her.



The List Ch. 03



I showed up at school the next morning, and for the first time I felt good about myself. My friend Mindy, once just my "buddy" now desperately wanted to be my "fuck buddy". On top of that, for the first time I started to think that maybe I actually could hook up with Amy, the girl I dreamed about.

Life was good, until I got a sudden reminder that my world hadn't really changed that much. A bunch of jocks were waiting by my locker, ready to pick on me before classes started. One of them was Rick, the guy who was taking Amy to homecoming in a week. 

It was all pretty routine stuff. They wanted to push me around a little, call me names, and have a laugh. It sure brought me back to the reality that I was still a nerd and, thus, a thousand miles away from nailing a head cheerleader.

This was countered, though, by a much needed confidence boost that I got in first period math class. Mindy was making a habit of passing me notes. Today's said, in her pretty, feminine handwriting, "Your cum is like a meal, I still feel full!"

Mindy planned to spread word among the girls of my endowment, and by lunch period I noticed that some of them were looking at me differently.

More to the point, the fact that they were looking at me at all was a breakthrough. A lot of them wouldn't have acknowledged my existence before. Just moving through the lunch line, now, I could tell some eyes were on me. For the first time in my life, females were checking me out.

I sat down at an almost-empty table with Mindy and we started to eat and talk. After a few minutes another girl walked over and sat down next to me. It was Megan, a tiny redhead who also happened to be a popular senior.

"I need to check something," she said.

With that she slid her hand into my lap and grabbed my dick through my jeans for just a second. She gasped, then stood up and went back to the "cool kids" table.

Mindy started laughing. "See? I told you, the word is getting around already."

One day passed and, more and more, I noticed that the opposite sex was treating me differently. Some of the girls had started to smile and say "hi" to me; simple gestures that were implausible a few days ago.

The afternoon before the homecoming dance the unthinkable happened. Right after school Amy walked up to me and struck up a conversation. The beautiful blond cheerleader that I thought about every time I touched myself was, all-of-a-sudden, talking to me. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform and looked incredible.

She made small talk with me in the school hallway while the other kids filed out. As we talked she slowly leaned in closer to me until her breasts were pressed up against my arm. My dick was starting to swell, and Amy looked down and saw it stirring in my pants.

"My God, it's true! I wasn't sure if I believed the rumors that a nerd like you has the biggest dick in school!"

My worship of this girl was deep enough that I ignored the fact that she called me a nerd. This angel was checking out my penis!

"You know, I feel real bad that I was so mean to you when you asked me to the dance. I'm dating Rick, though. You can forgive a pretty girl like me, right?"

With those words she reached out and started massaging my hard-on through my jeans. I was struggling just to think straight at this point.

Trying to play it cool I said, "I'll think about it." I could tell that she was surprised at my response because she'd expected me to melt at her touch. She excused herself and walked away. For the first time ever, I had the upper hand.

The night of the dance I went all out and sprung for a tuxedo, flowers, and a stretch limo. My friend Mindy was my date. After posing for pictures for her mother, we climbed into the limo. I could tell that after getting all prettied up Mindy wanted some action, so I let her suck my cock for a while we were driven to the dance. I stopped her before I came, though—I was saving it.

My dance card was full during the slow songs. The girls, amazingly, were clamoring to get in my arms. I couldn't believe the difference from a week ago. 

I knew what they wanted. They wanted to find out personally if the rumors were true. Not wanting to disappoint, for several slow songs in a row I rubbed my dick against pretty girl after pretty girl and sent them all away aroused.

I was a man on a mission, though. After a little while I approached Amy and asked for a dance. She accepted my offer and I took her to the dance floor. Most of the popular kids were drunk, and Amy was no exception.

She was wearing a black, low cut dress and showing a lot of cleavage, which she instantly pressed up against me. As we danced my dick uncoiled like a snake and started pressing into her stomach. Reflexively, she rubbed her body into mine hard.

I whispered into her ear, "I know what you want."

She knew what I meant, but she still said, "What do you think I want?"

"You want to see it, don't you?"

She didn't say anything for a moment, she just kept pressing her body into my erection.

"Yes. I do want to see what it looks like. I'm not going to do anything, though, so don't get any ideas. I'm giving myself to Rick tonight."

"I'll show it to you, but you have to say the words."

She thought for a second. "Show it to me."

"No. You say 'please'".

She sighed, but complied. "Will you please show me your big dick?"

"After this song is over, follow me."

Before the song ended she reached down and squeezed it for a second. It was a bold move since her boyfriend was in the room.

When the song ended she followed me off of the dance floor and we snuck into the women's bathroom when nobody was looking. We hurried into a cramped stall.

"All right, show me before someone catches us." She slurred her words a little. The alcohol was catching up with her.

"No. You show me first. I've wanted to see those tits for years."

She started to object, so I snapped at her, "do you want to see my monster or not?" I pressed it up against her body again.

Amy lifted her breasts out of her pretty dress. They were everything I imagined; large, tanned, and perfectly shaped. I reached out and put my hand on one.

"Hey, I didn't say you could touch them!"

"Yeah," I said confidently, "but I notice you're not stopping me, either." I rubbed one of her nipples and she closed her eyes to enjoy it for a second.

"Okay, I'll show you mine now, but you unzip me."

As I continued to caress her breasts she eagerly reached down and started working on my zipper. She reached into my dress slacks and pulled it out.

"Fuck," she said in a whisper, "it's bigger than my arm!" Out of instinct she started rubbing it up and down.

"That's right, it is. And, you know, you've been a little bitch to me. I'm not sure I want to let you touch it."

She squeezed my rod tightly, worried I might take it away. "No, I like you. Please just let me touch it for a second."

"Do you touch Rick's?"

"Yes."

"Is his dick as big as mine?"

There was hesitancy in her answer. I knew she felt bad about criticizing her boyfriend. She answered honestly, though, "No, his is so much smaller. It's not even fun to play with. Not like yours." She was really slurring her words. The booze had caught up with her.

"You're getting horny, aren't you?"

She looked at the ground, almost ashamed. "Yes." Then she added, "I've never been this horny before. I want it so bad."

"Suck on it." There was no asking anymore. I was telling her. She hunched over and put what she could in her mouth, which were only a few inches.

"It's big, isn't it? Does Rick fill up your mouth like that?"

She shook her head negatively while she sucked.

"So here's the bottom line," I said. "Do you want to lose your virginity to a guy with a tiny dick, or a real man like me? You might never have another chance to feel this full."

Her mind was made up at this point and she started sliding her panties out from under her short dress.

I suddenly grabbed my dick and pulled it out of her throat. "First you have to beg me, though."

There was no hesitation; she knew what she wanted to happen. Using the dirtiest words she could muster she said to me in a muted voice, "please tear my virgin pussy apart with your monster cock."

With that I picked her up off of the ground and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I slid my cockhead into her waiting pussy lips and started to slowly ease inch after inch of my penis in.

At first it felt like she wouldn't be able to take that much of my oversized shaft into her, but as I started slowly rocking in and out her vagina started to open up for me.

"Oh my God, fuck me" she started to moan into my ear.

When most of my dick was inside of her and I'd built up a pretty good rhythm I suddenly heard somebody walk into the bathroom. Amy was oblivious to it—she just kept moaning and begging to be fucked.

I could see someone watching us through the crack in the door of the stall and realized it was Mindy. My homecoming date was watching me fuck this cheerleader. I did my best to put on a show for her.

For the first time I suddenly shoved my whole dick into Amy and she gasped loudly. I said to her, "You love being impaled on my big dick, don't you bitch?"

"Yes, I fucking love it!" she shouted. "Pound me like a whore!"

I slapped her ass hard and started pounding her pussy rough and fast while Mindy watched.

I heard the door open again and someone else walked in. I know that Amy was oblivious to it; all she was thinking about was the dick inside of her. I knew that whoever walked into the bathroom could hear Amy's moans. At first I worried it might be a teacher, but it became obvious to me that we were just attracting more girls who knew what was happening and wanted to watch.

With Amy wrapped around me I kept playing with her tits and slamming my big dick in and out of her. "Would you even feel Rick's dick inside of you now?"

"Fuck Rick, he's a dickless sissy compared to you!" Amy didn't notice the girls outside giggling at this.

I was getting so worked up hearing the girl of my dreams say these things. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled face hard to meet mine.

"You're my cum slut now, aren't you? I'm the only man who can fill you up like this."

"Yes! I'm your slut! Fuck me!"

For this being the moment I lost my virginity, I think I lasted for a pretty long time. I'm sure that Amy had several orgasms before I was ready to empty my balls in her.

"Get ready to feel full, bitch."

I started firing burst after burst of sperm deep inside of her and all she could do was scream. She wasn't even making words; just shouts of ecstasy.

Eventually our orgasms subsided and we returned to reality. Amy had just given me her virginity in a dirty bathroom stall while her boyfriend was somewhere right outside.

I lowered her out of my arms and to the ground. Amy looked like a mess; exhausted, tits hanging out of her dress, and hair and makeup a disaster.

"I'm going to keep your panties as a souvenir," I said and slid them into my pocket.

"Okay," she said weakly. "Listen, that was amazing. Do you want me to be your girl?"

"Maybe one of them," I said brashly and opened the stall door.

Amy stumbled out, her big breasts still hanging out of her dress, and saw for the first time that we had an audience. Mindy was standing there smiling at me, along with two of the popular girls: Megan, the redheaded senior and her sister.

Amy adjusted her dress as quickly as possible and headed for the door. Though embarrassed she still called out, "Call me!"

My dick was still hanging out of my tuxedo slacks, and the other girls were mesmerized by it. In a rhetorical manner I said, "What do you think, ladies?" and the sisters blushed.

With the girls watching I grabbed my giant member and slowly slid it back into my tuxedo slacks, then I took Mindy's arm.

"Want to get out of here babe? I think I owe you some dick now, too."

Mindy just winked at the other girls and we started to walk off.

"Bye, girls," I called behind me.

"Bye!" they replied in a swooning manner. I was finally becoming the stud I wanted to be and people knew it.

Mindy and I left the dance and climbed back into my limo. As soon as the vehicle was moving she was on her knees, licking Amy's juices off of my manhood.

"Wow, this tastes really good!" she announced. "So, is it my turn now?"

She looked pretty in her formal dress so I wanted to do her, but fucking Mindy tonight wasn't my plan.

"Not tonight, but be a good girl and I'll give it to you soon." With that she started blowing me like her life depended on it.

While she worked I laid back and sipped champagne. I enjoyed my best friend's head and reflected. Though maybe I wasn't "cool", I sure wasn't the loser that I was a few days ago. I was getting head in a limousine from a girl that loved to do it and I'd just lost my virginity to the girl of my dreams. I was on cloud nine... and I was just getting started. 



The List Ch. 03



We laid there for a few minutes, basking in a well-earned post-coital glow. After a while, my sister rolled off me, resting on her side, facing me.

"I think we better set some ground rules," she said. "Just so we both know what to expect."

"Okay," I said, not really knowing what was coming next. I was still a little overwhelmed, and more than a little spent.

"I told you I love you, and I'm going to keep fucking you for as long as I possibly can," she said. "But I'm still going to marry Todd, and I'm still going to have sex with him. At some point I'll have his children.

"You'll stay married to Lana," she continued. "She'll have your child soon, and hopefully a couple more. You'll keep having sex with her.

"Whenever it's possible, I'm going to have your cock inside me," she said, reaching down to grab the member in question. It was limp from overuse, but I still felt a stir when she grabbed it.

"What we're not going to do," she said, " is act like secret lovers. No whispers, glances, ass grabs, or anything like that. Whenever we're around anybody else, we're just brother and sister." She paused, waiting for a reaction.

"Sure," I said. "No problem." She didn't seem convinced.

"I'm serious, David," she said, her hand leaving my groin. She raised herself up on her elbow to stare at me.

"I don't want to get caught," she said. "I have no interest in marrying you, or announcing our forbidden love. I am not prepared to have our relationship become public in any way. You have to understand that."

"I do, Lisa," I said. "I have no problem with it, really. I'm still just getting used to the idea of the relationship in the first place."

"Okay," she said. "Now, let me tell you about the good stuff." Her hand went back to my now semi-erect cock.

"You can have me in any way," she said. "I'll do whatever you ask or tell me to, as long as you are nice about it. I want to be submissive, but I don't want to be called slut, or whore, and I'm not going to call you Master. Or daddy.

"You can fuck me however you want. You can cum in me, on me, whatever you want," she said. I was definitely responding to her words, and my shaft was now fully erect, throbbing painfully.

"Of course, you can't cum in me yet," she said. "After the first time I let you, you can whenever you want. Same thing with my ass. You can't fuck it until I say, but after that you can shove this inside my tight little asshole whenever you desire." I moaned.

"So when do I get to do these things?" I asked. I had moved my arm under her and was running my finger along the crack of her shapely ass.

"Don't worry," she said. "It'll be soon enough." She gasped as I ran my finger over her anus.

"You sound like you have a plan," I said.

"I do," she replied. "Would you like to hear it?" I pushed the tip of my finger into her ass.

"I would," I said. Her hand was increasing its pace on my cock, but I knew it would be a while until I came again.

"Tough shit," she said, laughing. "It's going to be a surprise. You'll love it though, I promise." She closed her eyes as I pushed my finger further into her tight ass.

"Can you give me a hint," I asked.

"Sure," she said. "Here's a hint.

"I've been fantasizing about all of this for years. I've dreamed of fucking you in so many different ways. I've watched a lot of porn, and I have about a thousand specific fantasies I want to fulfill with you.

"I'm sure that we'll get to each and every one, but there are two that are very specific. The first time you cum inside me and the first time you fuck my ass. Those two will be done according to my very detailed fantasy scenario."

"Wow," I said. "That's pretty wild."

"You have no idea," she said. I was thrusting my finger in and out of her ass now, and my thumb had found her clit. She whimpered.

"I'm going to be a totally depraved sex goddess with you," she said. "I'm going to do things that I wouldn't do with anybody else."

"That sounds good to me," I said. While I hadn't managed to be nearly as vocal about it, I certainly felt the same way.

"If I said anything like this to Todd, he'd probably leave me," she said. "He's a good lover, but he's kind of a prude."

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Sex is good, but it's pretty predictable. Usually he goes down on me until I cum, then he brushes his teeth, then he'll fuck me. Except for rare occasions when he's drunk, it's always either missionary or I'm on top.

"One time, I laid on my belly and spread my ass for him. I wanted him to fuck me that way. Not in my ass, just my pussy. He said it looked 'gross' and then just left me there." I laughed.

"That makes him an idiot," I said. Lisa smiled at me, and then kissed me. As we kissed, we both increased our rhythm on each other. Though she was new to me, I could tell she was about to cum. I wasn't that close, but I was getting closer. Suddenly, she let go of me and pulled away.

"Let's see what you'd do," she said. She rolled onto her stomach, reached back and pulled her perfectly shaped ass cheeks apart. I stared in awe at her swollen pussy lips and tight anus. Though I had never done it before, I felt powerless to stop, and I leaned in and licked her puckered asshole. She shrieked. 

"Jesus," she yelped. "That felt amazing. Do it again."

I did, and she started moaning. I ran my tongue from her ass to her pussy, teasing her clit, then running back to her ass. She was squirming, pushing her ass back at me every time my tongue grazed her tight hole.

"God David," she rasped. "I'm so fucking glad you're dirty. I was worried you wouldn't be."

"Don't worry," I said between licks. "I'm just as dirty as you, I think."

"Good," she said. "Then hurry up and put your big dick in my cunt."

I was happy to oblige. I rolled on top of her, and as she held herself wide, I slid into her slippery pussy with no problem. She let out a low guttural moan.

"Fuuuck," she said as I pushed in to the hilt. "Goddamn that's good. Just stay there for a second." I was holding myself up, my pelvis pressed firmly against her ass. She pulled her hands up from her ass and stretched them over her head.

"This feels so amazing," she said. 

"It does," I said. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I felt like I could stay there forever. She had different ideas.

"Fuck me," she said. "Deep and slow."

I slowly pulled all the way out, until just my head was inside her, and then pushed slowly back in. 

"Ahhhhhh," she sighed. "God, I want you to do this to me forever." I wanted to be able to.

I kept going, keeping an incredibly slow and steady pace. I felt a familiar tingle in my balls. I wasn't going to cum yet, but it wouldn't be long.

I pushed back a little, so I was more kneeling, and used my hands to spread her ass apart. I watched as my cock slid in and out of my sister, her juices coating my shaft. I groaned.

"Does that look good, baby?" she asked. I watched her slide a hand underneath her, and soon I could feel her working furiously on her clit.

"It's amazing," I said. "I wish we had a camera." She giggled.

"We do," she said. "But that's for later. Right now, you're going to make me cum." Her ass started moving up to meet my thrusts, which were getting faster.

"Fuck, cum for me," I said. "God, I'm going to cum." I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly.

"I'm cumming," she said softly. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed. I felt her muscles contracting around me as she came. I felt myself cross the point of no return. I wanted desperately to cum inside her, but she must have sensed my desire.

"Pull out," she gasped. "Cum on my ass, big brother."

Hearing her say that was enough to do it. I buried myself in her completely, and then pulled out. I stroked my cock, shooting cum all over her ass and back. It wasn't as big as the others, but considering the amount of cum I'd produced in the last 24 hours, I was amazed.

I leaned down and kissed Lisa's cheek.

"That was amazing," I whispered in her ear. "I hope it's always this good."

"Fuck that," she said. "I hope it keeps getting better."

I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off. I came back with a damp cloth to clean her up, but she stopped me.

"Don't clean it off," she said. "Just rub it into my skin. I want to feel your dried cum on me for a while."

I was happy to oblige, and I half massaged her as I rubbed my cum into her ass and back. After a while, I had to get up to pee. When I came back to the bedroom, Lisa was standing at the foot of the bed. I was still awestruck by the perfection of her body. I walked to her, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her deeply.

"Thank you," she said, breaking the kiss. "I better get dressed before your wife gets home." I looked at the clock and realized we had been naked and fucking for almost three hours. I grabbed my jeans and a t-shirt.

We went down the stairs, and Lisa slipped on her clothes. We went to the kitchen, and I had just finished pouring her a glass of water when Lana walked in the front door. My heart almost stopped, until I realized that we were both dressed.

We said hellos, and after about five minutes Lisa left. I felt nervous the entire time, like Lana was going to pick up on something. But Lisa was smooth, saying she came over to check on me after last night. She and Lana shared a couple laughs about Todd and me. After Lisa left, I went upstairs with Lana. The bed was a mess, which she scolded me for, so I made it. We lay on top of the bed and she told me about her visit with her parents.

I was trying to listen, but my mind kept wandering back to what had transpired on this bed less than 30 minutes ago. The though of Lisa walking around with my dried cum all over her was intoxicating.

"Don't forget about Friday," Lana said, bringing me back to reality.

"Right, my birthday," I said. Lana had planned to take me out for dinner on Friday to my favourite restaurant. A couple of our friends were joining us.

"I'll be having dinner at my mom's a couple nights this week," she said. She knew I'd probably be working late most nights, and she was finding pregnancy to be a bit draining. Her mom would pamper her and feed her.

"No problem," I said. Lana had turned on her side and I massaged her lower back for her. She was eight months pregnant, and though she had had a pretty easy time, she was getting a little weary at the end. Amazingly, her sex drive had gone in the opposite direction, and she was hornier than she had ever been. 

After I rubbed her back for a while, she turned to her other side and started rubbing my chest. I knew this was a sign that she was looking for sex. Normally I'd be all over her, but given the intense sexual workout I'd had with my sister, I wasn't sure I'd be able to perform. 

Not wanting to let her down, I gently undressed her and went down on her. I licked her to two orgasms, and when I was done I found I was hard yet again. She turned over and I entered her from behind. I fucked her softly, thinking all the while about fucking my sister. Lana came again as I shot my load deep inside her. She crawled under the covers and was asleep in minutes.

I went into the bathroom and gently washed my now raw penis. I left Lana sleeping and went downstairs. I grabbed a Diet Coke and sat down in front of the TV. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I looked at the called ID -- it was Lisa.

"Hello," I said. 

"Hey Bro," she said. She paused for a second. "Is Lana there?"

"She's sleeping," I said. 

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yep. What's up?" I asked, trying to keep things normal.

"Pretend like I'm telling you I left my wallet there," she said. It took me a second to get it.

"Hold on, I'll check," I said, getting up. "I'll check the kitchen."

"I can feel your cum on my back," she said.

"It's not in the kitchen," I said. She was driving me crazy.

"Did you fuck Lana?" she asked.

"Yep," I said. "I'll check the front hall."

"Wow, you're amazing," she said. "Next time I'll have to make you cum five times."

"Okay," I said. "Sounds good." She laughed.

"Before I forget," she said, "This Friday is a surprise party for you at our place." Lisa lived with Todd in a nice sized house about 30 minutes outside the city.

"I'm not telling you to ruin the surprise, but you need to make sure you stay here that night, without Lana," she told me. "Todd's going to be away on business, and you need to be here so I can give you your birthday present. Can you do that?" she asked.  

"Yep, I think so," I said. "It's not here, Lisa."

"Hey," she whispered. "Do you want to know what I'm doing right now?"

"Oh God," I groaned. I didn't think I could take anymore.

She giggled. "Just kidding, bro. Rest up -- Friday's going to be a night you'll never forget."



The List Ch. 03



Michelle sat on her couch, a laptop in her lap, scanning the list on the screen. In her brain she checked off the sexual fantasies that she had completed. Each one brought back memorable moments, and she could see the faces of the multiple men and women who had made it possible.

Her boyfriend Nate was central in all of them. They worked together, and now played together in a continuous effort to work their way through the list of ten fantasies. Seven fantasies were down, with three to go.

She looked at the list: sex between a student and teacher; sex between a patient and a doctor or nurse; and, sex with a virgin or pretending to be a virgin.

Michelle's cell phone rang and she saw Nate's name.

"Hey."

"What are you doing? And are you naked?" he asked.

"Looking at the list, and almost."

She considered a long t-shirt over nothing as almost naked. Nate had seen her in far less.

"How many are left on the list?"

"Three," Michelle said. "Want to hear?"

"Of course."

She rattled off the items and waited for his response. After a short pause, Nate said, "Seems to me playing a virgin student shouldn't be too difficult for you."

"That's what I thought, too. I just need a teacher."

Nate smiled to himself. "Looking for volunteers?"

"Can you teach?"

"I have a Masters in teaching virgins how to have sex," he said.

"I was afraid of that," Michelle said with mock anger.

"Will you dress up as a schoolgirl?"

This time Michelle smiled. "A sex-deprived, virgin schoolgirl hot for teacher."

"God, Michelle. Stop. You're going to make me cum."

"That's one more off the list," she said.

They talked for another fifteen minutes making the arrangements of when and where they would meet. They settled on Nate's condo over the weekend. It would give Michelle time to find the right outfit. Nate wasn't sure his cock could last that long, knowing what the twenty eight year old brunette would look like when she arrived. If Nate knew one thing about his girlfriend, it was that she never skimped in making the fantasies realistic, and stimulating.

It had been ten years since Michelle played a virgin in real life, but she was confident it would all come back to her.

###

Michelle was made for the role of schoolgirl. Her long, brown hair was cut in the style of a much younger girl. Her plentiful breasts were perfect for teasing teacher. Her tan, shapely legs would tempt any lecherous old man, not to mention a boyfriend her own age.

She was excited about making the trip to the adult costume store and hurried into the shop the next day after work. The young man who assisted Michelle seemed more than happy to survey every inch of her while pulling several costumes off the rack for her to choose from.

Michelle started to think that maybe sex with an adult costume store clerk might not make a bad fantasy.

In the end, she chose an outfit consisting of: shiny black ankle strap shoes; knee high white socks; a pleated red plaid miniskirt; and, a long sleeve vest-style top that buttoned down the front, or at least what there was to the front.

For the small amount of fabric involved, the costume cost more than Michelle would have expected. But she figured the benefit of wearing it would be priceless.

Saturday couldn't have come soon enough for the couple. Michelle prayed she didn't get pulled over on her way to Nate's, and he prayed he could play the role of a groping instructor before simply ripping Michelle's clothes off.

Of course, he had already done that when they fulfilled her fantasy of being forced to have sex in an elevator at work. A three for one deal, resulting in massive orgasms for both of them.

Michelle arrived safely, grabbed her schoolbooks from the passenger seat, checked her hair in the mirror, and headed for the front door. She was completely in character about the time she rang the doorbell.

Nate opened the door and Michelle said in her cheeriest voice, "Hey, Mr. Sparks. Am I late?"

She held the books in one arm, forcing her right breast to practically fall out of the low-cut and tight top. Her legs were crossed at the ankles.

"Not at all, Michelle. Come on in."

Nate scanned her from head to toe as he closed the door. His cock responded faster and stronger than even he expected. This was going to be hard...in more ways than one.

"It's so awesome that you agreed to meet with me like this. I think it's going to help a lot," Michelle said in her sexiest voice.

"I hope so," Nate replied. "I'm always more than willing to work with my best students."

Michelle started down the hallway, swaying her ass inside the little skirt much to Nate's liking. Her heels clicked on the wood floor.

"We'll go into the kitchen, Michelle," Nate told her.

She turned into the spacious room and headed straight for the table at the far end. Michelle set her books down, pulled out a chair, and settled into it with a smile.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Nate asked.

"Margarita?" Michelle replied.

Nate grinned. "I think you're too young for that, Michelle. And besides, you're here to study and learn, right? How about a Coke?"

"Oh, alright Mr. Sparks," she pouted. "I'm not old enough for alcohol. I'm not old enough for sex. I hate this."

Nate pulled the sodas out of the refrigerator and poured them into glasses. "Are you a virgin, Michelle?"

"Yes."

He put a straw in Michelle's drink and took both glasses to the table. He gave Michelle hers and sat down in the chair around the corner of the table from her. Her legs were crossed and the short skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs.

"Waiting for the right guy?" he asked, watching her daintily slip the straw between her lips.

"Yep. All the guys at school are jerks. All they want to do is get me alone in the locker room or something."

Nate glanced inside Michelle's top, marveling at the perfect curve of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin.

"And what do YOU want, Michelle?"

She sucked on the straw for a few seconds, and ran her tongue around it. "I want the first guy to know what he's doing; to make me want to fuck him."

She put her hand to her lips. "Oops. I mean have sex with him. Sorry, Mr. Sparks."

Nate smiled. "It's alright, Michelle. We're alone. Want to get started?"

Michelle opened one of her books and put it between them. She leaned forward and offered Nate a whole new view of her cleavage. She said, "I'm having trouble with this part right here."

Nate got out of his chair and stood next to her. From there, the only thing he couldn't see down her top was her nipples themselves. He glanced quickly at the book and saw that it was History.

"Well, Michelle, the Middle Ages represented a time when women were totally dominated by the male members of the family," Nate said. "They were expected to obey not only their father, but also their brothers. If they didn't, they were beaten into submission."

Michelle looked up with wide eyes.

"At the same time," Nate continued, "every king during that period had a queen or a mistress who had almost as much power as him."

"I think I would have made a good mistress," Michelle said.

Nate moved behind her and put his hands on the top of her arms. "A king would have been very happy to have a virgin mistress."

Michelle felt her body shiver as Nate's hands moved up to her shoulders and neck. He pushed her hair aside and felt her warm skin. His fingers slid down the top of her chest.

"Anything to keep from being beaten into submission," Michelle said quietly.

"I don't think the girls of today would have liked being so submissive," Nate said, his hands beginning to disappear inside her top. "Would you?"

She hesitated, and then said, "It depends."

Nate opened the top button of Michelle's shirt. And then the next button. There were two more, but the areolas around her nipples were already starting to show. Nate didn't stop until each button was open and the shirt hung limply over her tits.

"A king would have known what he was doing when it came to women, Michelle. And he had ways of making you want him," Nate said.

His hands slid directly on top of her tits, massaging them for a few seconds before gripping her nipples and squeezing them tightly. Michelle gasped out loud.

"What's that tingling between my legs?" she managed to say.

"That's me making you want me. Your body never lies, Michelle. And your pussy most of all."

Nate began to pull off her top. She leaned forward and allowed him to slide the sleeves down her arms and remove the top completely. He laid it on another chair.

His hands returned to her breasts.

"You have beautiful tits, Michelle. Most girls your age aren't so lucky."

"Michael, in my algebra class, told me once he wanted to suck on my tits. Why, Mr. Sparks?" she asked.

Nate walked around to the front of her chair. Michelle spread her legs and let him stand closer. He immediately leaned down and began licking her left nipple. Soon, he had it between his lips. Then, a good portion of her tit was inside his mouth and Nate's tongue was sliding across her nipple.

"Oh God," Michelle murmured.

Nate bit harder and licked a little faster. The nipple doubled in size. Then he moved to the other breast and did the same.

"Ohhhh, Mr. Sparks. My pussy. It's...it's...starting to throb."

"Touch it, Michelle."

Her hand slid up the inside of her skirt and onto the thin material of her bright red thong. Nate was certain from the motion of her hand that she wasn't faking it.

"Does that help?" he asked, taking his mouth off her tit just long enough to speak.

"I don't know," she answered. "I'm getting wetter."

"I think I can help, if you'd like."

Michelle nodded. "I'd like you to help me, Mr. Sparks."

"Stand up, Michelle."

She pushed the chair back and stood in front of Nate, her magnificent breasts glimmering from the moisture of his tongue.

"Take off your skirt."

Michelle pulled down the tiny zipper at the side and loosened the skirt. Never letting go of it, she pushed the skirt down her legs, bending at the waist as she went. She stepped out of it and put the skirt on top of her previously discarded top.

Nate never took his eyes off her full breasts and thong covered ass while she undressed. But now he stared at the miniscule, triangular piece of material that attempted to hide her pussy. Below that, her black shoes and white socks highlighted her long legs.

Michelle squeezed her legs together and turned slightly to the side in a display of bashful innocence.

"You're very beautiful, Michelle."

"Thank you, Mr. Sparks," she almost whispered.

"Now take off your shoes and socks for me. Please."

Michelle put one foot on the seat of her chair and unbuckled her shoe. While the leg was still raised, she slowly slid the sock down. Then she did the other leg, only slower, and making certain that Nate had a prolonged view of her ass.

Nate moved up to her once she was standing again. He put his hand on her pussy.

"Are you still throbbing, Michelle?"

She nodded.

"Are you wet?"

She nodded and he confirmed it.

"Do you know what that all means?"

She shook her head.

"It means you want to fuck me."

"Do you know what you're doing, Mr. Sparks?" she asked.

"Yes. And I made you want to fuck me. I think I meet all your criteria, Michelle. It's time for you not to be a virgin any more."

She said softly, "Tell me what to do."

"Sit on the edge of the table."

As soon as she was settled, Nate took hold of her thong and pulled it off her legs.

"Now I'm going to start fixing that throbbing in your pussy, Michelle."

He pushed her legs slightly apart with his hands and pulled her forward by the back of her ass. With her pussy right at the edge of the table, Nate kneeled down and buried his face between her legs.

Michelle tilted backwards until she was lying on the table, moaning at the feel of Nate's mouth attacking her clit. She played with her tits while Nate moved down and probed the inside of her cunt with his tongue. He squeezed her ass with both hands and forced her pussy up into his face. She eagerly submitted to his every movement.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Sparks. I want you to be the first," Michelle moaned.

"Good girl," Nate said. "But you have to get me ready first."

Michelle leaned up.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Stand up and I'll show you."

Michelle jumped off the table and Nate kissed her. She could taste her own sweet juices on his lips.

"Take off my pants, Michelle."

She had his belt undone and his pants opened within seconds. She let them fall around his ankles while her hand traced the outline of his cock inside his underwear.

"Take it out."

Michelle lowered his shorts and let his semi-erect cock fall free. Nate clumsily stepped out of his pants at the same time Michelle was kneeling down. She finished the job of discarding the pants, underwear, and shoes. Then she concentrated on his cock again.

"It's so big, Mr. Sparks. Are you ready yet?" she said.

"Not yet. You need to lick it, and put it in your mouth until it's good and hard."

She had her tongue on the cock almost before Nate finished talking. With long, slow licks from the bottom to the top, Michelle started to make him harder.

"Like that?" she asked.

"That's good, Michelle. Now put it in your mouth."

She spread her lips and took him in all the way to the balls. Nate couldn't imagine any schoolgirl being as good as Michelle, especially when she began to circle his cock with her tongue and stroke him with her hand at the same time.

It only took a minute for him to be at full erection.

"I'm ready, Michelle."

She licked him once more, kissed the tip of the cock, and stood up.

"Lean against the table and spread your legs," he told her.

Her hands gripped the edge and her ass pointed back invitingly as Nate got into position. He slid his cock back and forth across her pussy, feeling the warm moisture that was going to make his penetration very, very easy.

"I'm going to enter you now, Michelle. It won't hurt. And then we're going to fuck. I'm going to fuck your cunt until you cum. OK? And I want to hear you when you cum."

Michelle's heart pounded as he spoke and she almost missed the fact his cock was already at the entrance to her cunt.

"Now, Michelle. I'm going to fuck you NOW."

Nate drove his body forward and thrust his cock deep inside Michelle's pussy.

She cried out, "Yes! Fuck me, Mr. Sparks! Fuck me!"

"Open your tight, little virgin cunt for me, Michelle. Feel my thick cock open you up. Take it all and scream when you cum."

Michelle had to brace herself against the force of his thrusts. His legs smacked against her ass and the sound echoed through the kitchen. When his hand closed around her right tit, Michelle knew it wouldn't be long before she came. When he pulled on her nipple, her cunt stiffened around his cock.

"Oh God, Michelle. You're so good. So tight," Nate groaned.

"You're going to make me cum, Mr. Sparks. It won't be long."

They fucked for another couple minutes, the pace and intensity increasing to fierce levels. Michelle was crying out almost continuously.

But Nate was the first to give in to the urge.

"Now, Michelle! I'm cumming!"

Nate grabbed Michelle by the hips and held her in place as his cock began to unload with each plunge deeper into her cunt. He watched her ass ripple from the impact of his body against hers. He felt the accumulation of his cum and her juices covering his throbbing cock.

He was almost done when Michelle cried out, "Yes. Yes!"

The contraction of her cunt muscles was Nate's other clue that Michelle, too, was having an orgasm. She spread out her upper body on the table and rode out one of the longest, strongest orgasms she ever had. Nate saw her hands trying to grip the table top as she moaned louder and louder.

Luckily, he stayed hard enough long enough to satisfy her, and they both collapsed. Nate's cock rested on top of her ass, leaking the last few drops of cum onto her bright pink skin.

"Well, THAT seemed to work," she said.

"There'll be a quiz later," Nate replied.

###

Michelle seemed exceptionally merry as she strode into Nate's office at work. She flopped into the only available chair.

"One more," she said with a wide smile.

"One more what?"

"There's only one more thing on the list," she explained.

"And what would that be?" Nate asked.

"Sex between a patient and doctor or nurse. I'm the patient."

Nate stared at her. "Can I be the doctor?"

"Why not the nurse?"

Nate frowned. "Not my kind of fantasy."

Then he added, "You're going to try this in real life?"

She smiled. "Sure. Why not? My doctor's in his fifties. I think I can seduce him and get results."

"I'm thinking he's been seduced by patients before and is still a practicing physician because he has refused them," Nate said.

"Or," Michelle interrupted, "he has been seduced by patients before and has fucked them much to the satisfaction of both the patient and himself."

"You're setting yourself up for disappointment," Nate said. "I still think you need a fill-in ready and able to play the part."

"Nope. It's either the real thing or nothing. You don't think I can seduce a fifty year old man, alone in an examination room, wearing nothing but a robe that ties in the back?"

Michelle's hand was inside her partially unbuttoned blouse, cupping her breast in such a way that it was easily visible by Nate. She played with the nipple and then withdrew the hand, leaving plenty of skin for Nate to gaze at.

"I want all the details when you're done," Nate said.

###

Michelle made the appointment for her annual physical and made sure hers was the last appointment of the day, arguing that work made it impossible for her to get in any earlier. She thought she sounded sincere and believed she had won over the sympathy of the scheduling assistant. In any case, it was on the calendar and Michelle knew she had one shot at fulfilling her fantasy in a realistic setting.

Of all the fantasies she had completed, this one required the least amount of concern over what she wore. By the time the doctor got to see her, she'd be in her examination gown. Michelle figured she either had the body to make him want to fuck her or she didn't. And if there was any question in his mind, she'd resort to other means to convince him.

She arrived for her appointment ten minutes early and was called back by the nurse almost half an hour after the scheduled appointment time. Michelle took this as good news, assuming the office would be emptying out by the time she got to see Doctor Abrams.

The nurse—a cute woman about her own age who Michelle would have been more than happy to seduce in another fantasy—led Michelle into a vacant room. The gown was neatly folded on the examination table.

"Undress completely and put on the gown. It ties in the back. Doctor Abrams will be in shortly," the nurse said mechanically before leaving the room.

Michelle began to strip, much more nervous than she ever was for a routine physical. She took one last look at her nude body before sliding her arms into the gown and reaching back to tie it behind her neck and in the small of her back. She jumped up onto the table, crossed her legs at the ankles, and pulled up on the bottom of the gown to expose just a bit more of her thighs. And then she waited.

A quiet tap on the door preceded the entrance of the doctor. He was a very average looking man with graying hair around the temples, a pleasant face, and typical frame for a man his age. Michelle had been seeing him for almost five years, so nothing about him surprised her.

"Hello, Michelle," he said.

She replied with her own 'Hello', sitting up a little straighter as she spoke.




The List Ch. 03



Doctor Abrams studied her file.

"Routine physical today?" he asked.

"Yes," Michelle answered, thinking to herself, 'Not if I can help it.'

"Any particular problems you've been having?"

Michelle shook her head. "Nope. Nothing that can't be explained by getting older."

The doctor prepared to inspect her ears. "I'll gladly trade you if you think you're old. Too many days like today and I'll be ready for the retirement home myself."

He switched from one ear to the other.

"Bad day?" she asked.

"This flu thing is out of hand," he said, switching implements to look at her eyes. "People cough one time and they're in here worried. Stay home. Get some rest. Don't be spreading it around."

"You don't mind the business, do you?"

He smiled as he began listening to Michelle's heart, very deliberate in his careful placement of the stethoscope to avoid contacting her breasts.

"No. But it wears an old guy out when people are in here panicking unnecessarily," he said, moving the stethoscope to her bare back. "Breathe in deep. Let it out. Again. Now cough."

"Am I your last patient today?"

"Yep. Lay on your back please, and untie the gown at your neck," he told her.

Michelle swung her legs onto the table and pulled on the flimsy string behind her. When she was done, the doctor pulled the top of the gown down just enough to get access to Michelle's neck and shoulders. He ran his fingers up and down her neck, pushing in gently under her chin on both sides.

"I won't panic," she said. "At least not unnecessarily. That should make you feel better."

Doctor Abrams laughed. "So far you seem pretty healthy to me."

Michelle felt her nipples rubbing against the gown, the anticipation of her pending harassment of the unsuspecting doctor making them protrude noticeably. She wondered if he detected it.

When he ran his fingers down the side of her ribs, pulling on the outside of the gown and asking if she felt any discomfort as he pressed in, there was little doubt in her mind that he had to notice. His hands moved to her abdomen and he pressed some more.

"How often do you do breast self-exams?" he asked.

"Several times a year. I can't tell you exactly how often. Every couple months, maybe," she said.

He poked around her stomach.

Michelle said, "If you wanted to make sure I was current...."

Dr. Abrams looked up at her with a blank expression. "It's not a part of the routine exam, Michelle."

She pushed her gown down until the upper halves of both breasts were exposed. The doctor watched one of her hands slide over her right breast and begin to massage it under the remaining portion of the gown. The more she moved her hand, the farther down the gown slipped.

"I think after a day like today you deserve something other than a routine exam, Doctor Abrams," Michelle said in her most tempting voice.

She lightly took hold of the top of the gown with both hands and slithered it below her breasts. The doctor's eyes locked onto the pair of full tits and their matching erect nipples.

"Examine me, doctor. The way I'm supposed to do it," Michelle said.

He didn't move.

"Please."

Their eyes met. Michelle was certain he was pleading with her not to make him do it. But she also saw a middle-aged man's lust; a temptation that he fought. And then he moved.

His hand reached out and he traced the outline of the base of her breast with a single finger. After one trip around, he put his palm on the outside of the breast and held it softly.

"We shouldn't be...," he started to say.

But Michelle had put her hand on the front of his pants and was feeling for his cock.

"Shhhh. Just relax, Doctor Abrams. We're alone," Michelle assured him.

As she began to rub him harder, he moved his hand so that it covered nearly all of her breast. Michelle could feel the cock hardening at the same time he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Soon, she was able to wrap her fingers around the erection inside his pants.

Michelle let go long enough to push her gown lower, until it was around her waist. Doctor Abrams watched as she lifted her ass, raised her legs and threw aside the gown once it was off.

His hands never left her breasts, and now she could return to his hard cock.

"It's been a long day. You've earned the right to wind down a little. Give me a chance, Doctor Abrams, and I'll make it all better," Michelle said, her grip tightening around his cock.

"Take off your coat," she told him.

He reluctantly slid off the long, white lab jacket.

"Now your pants," she said.

"Michelle."

"Please. You've got my nipples aching and my poor pussy is soaking wet," she whined.

He had one last look at her gorgeous, nude body before starting to undress. The doctor kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper and lowered his pants. His boxers did a meager job of hiding his erection. Michelle looked on with glee as he pulled them down and let her see his long, thick cock.

By the time he was finished, she had dangled her legs over the side of the table and faced him. All she had to do was climb off, kneel down, and put her lips on the tip of his cock.

"Wait!" he said suddenly.

The doctor walked quickly to the door and pushed in the lock; then returned to his original spot. Michelle smiled. She had won.

She put her tongue under his cock, at the base, and little by little worked her way up to the top. It was an agonizing hint of what was to come. She repeated the tease, but never took the cock into her mouth. The doctor had stiffened considerably, however, as a result.

"You have a wonderful cock, Doctor Abrams," Michelle said softly. "I'd love to know how it feels inside my cunt. Wouldn't you?"

He didn't answer. He was lost in the pleasure of her tongue circling his cock, licking every inch of it on all sides and from top to bottom. Still, he didn't feel her lips.

"Or do you just want me to suck on it; put it deep inside my mouth and lick it until you're ready to cum?"

Her words alone might have made him cum. But her naked body and tongue were speeding up the process.

"Do you know what I want, Doctor Abrams?"

"What, Michelle?"

"I want you to fuck me. I want to lay on the table while you fuck me with this big, thick cock. I want to feel your cum filling my cunt when my own orgasm starts. Or do you just want me to suck you?"

Finally, she wrapped her mouth around the entire length of his shaft and started to bob her head up and down.

After a few seconds, she said, "Well?"

The doctor's voice cracked as he said, "Get on the table, Michelle."

She was on her back, her pussy at the bottom edge of the table almost before the doctor knew what was happening. He managed to walk into place and put his cock between her widely spread legs, just inches away from her body. If he'd ever been harder or more anxious to fuck a woman, he couldn't remember it.

Neither of them spoke as he let the tip of his cock crack open the entrance to her cunt. He instantly felt her wetness. He was deliberate and gentle with her. Besides, he loved the sensation of her young, tight cunt wrapping itself around his cock as he drove forward.

They moaned in unison when his cock was in as far as it would go. Doctor Abrams let it sit in her cunt for a few seconds before starting a slow, rhythmic fucking. Michelle wiggled into a better position and the doctor held her by the ass. Soon, they were both engrossed in nothing but the pleasure of their illicit sex.

Michelle wrapped her legs around the doctor's waist, in awe of the fact that a man almost twice her age was capable of satisfying her so much. He was forceful without being aggressive; deliberate without being boring. And she'd never tell her boyfriend, Nate, that the doctor was at least as big as him.

They fucked for several minutes with Doctor Abrams occasionally reaching up to play with Michelle's sensitive tits. She used her own hand to rub her clit. It all brought her closer and closer to an orgasm.

They were both aware of the need to be as quiet as possible, but it was becoming hard to contain their moans. The doctor tried to judge by Michelle's sounds how close she was. She tried to gauge the same thing by listening for his grunts and feeling the intensity of his thrusts.

It probably wasn't a coincidence that as soon as Michelle began writhing on the table at the start of her orgasm, Doctor Abrams began to pour his cum into her cunt. Michelle clung to the edge of the table, absorbing his powerful strokes while feeling wave after wave of ecstasy flow through her body. The pure wickedness of their act added to the pleasure.

When it was over, not much was said. Michelle watched him get dressed and told him how good it was. The doctor helped her put her gown back on and kissed her on the cheek.

Michelle had performed all ten of the most common sexual fantasies she had found online. She would enjoy telling Nate about this latest one, and working with him to perhaps add to the list. The face of the cute nurse entered the back of her mind.