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Tryst

By: ropeburns



A damp London Winter evening. I'm toying with my Scotch when your unmistakable form bustles into the hotel bar out of the wet. You are a little flustered, escaping from the downpour, getting your bearings in the unfamiliar locale, but you pull yourself up short when you spot me, and compose yourself. I watch you take a deep breath and approach my table. I stand, we kiss cheeks conventionally, a stilted first greeting - but then there is a moment when you take my hand and slowly, reverently, kiss the back of it. I feel our roles locking into place.

We walk together to the desk, to pick up the key. To any onlooker, it's an unreadable relationship - are they friends, colleagues, married, lovers? We give no clues, staying close, but not touching, padding down corridors of fragranced carpet - but once the door clicks closed behind us, we are in our arena. I hold my position, back to the door, and you stand before me, head tilted up, trying to read your Sir's face. I think I sense your hand wanting to take mine, but instead you retreat, and find a place in the centred of the warmly-lit room. I move to the deep armchair by the bed, cast my coat over the back, sit and cross my legs. I pick a stray thread from my knee as you silently begin to undress.

Your clothes are work clothes, and you treat them with care as they come off - your coat gets a hanger, your jacket and the skirt you slip out of are folded neatly and placed on the side. You pause momentarily on getting to your underwear - black, detailed, expensive, sheer - to let your Sir look you over, but you are wary of vanity, and need no signal or token of approval to resume. I remain blank as your hands go behind you, and you bare your big breasts, the rosy nipples hard and tight already. You slide your panties down in a single gliding motion, and step gracefully out of them, finally resting in an erect stance, head lifted, hands behind your bottom. I allow myself a thin smile at the sight of your smooth bare cunt, adorned with no more than my initial, in slightly smudged mascara.

"Let me see if you recall your positions, cunt." Your hands are raised instantly and placed behind your head, breasts pushed forward, and feet a pace apart. "First, Sir." I nod, and roll my index finger. You sink to your knees smoothly, bringing your hands onto your thighs, palms open and upward. Your knees are apart, and your cunt yawns, glistening. "Second, Sir." I nod. Now you bring your hands up behind your head again, and open your mouth, extending a broad flat tongue. "I know that's the third, cunt, beautifully achieved - no need to speak. And your last?" You roll over promptly, laying your face flat on the carpet, and reaching back, knees apart as before, you pull the cheeks of your bottom apart, presenting your wet cunt and dark anus. "Fourth, Sir." I let you hold your fourth position for a good long while before I get to my feet and approach you with a panther's pace.

The look on your sideways face discloses your keenness to show your Sir that you do not require the enforced restraint of bonds. Your eyes turn up to me as I undress. My cock, semi-erect, hangs above your head - can you inhale its scent? Once naked, I reach down and tenderly stroke your hair, then curl it around my hand and lift you into a kneeling position.

I sit before you, resting on my elbows,legs open, and instruct you to suck my balls. You get down and crawl towards my groin, moving in between my thighs. Your face presses against my sack. You suck each ball into your mouth in turn, gently, and then nuzzle my sack, burying your nose and mouth in deep, taking my scent all over your face. Your eager tongue then probes lower, darting back and forth across that sensitive ridge that divides balls from hole. You kiss my perineum, making it glossy with your sucking and kiss, and lower, lower goes your tongue. 

At last the tip arrives at my pucker. I lean back further to let you in, and widen the spread of my thighs. You dab your tongue tip gingerly at first on my tight knotted shithole, then start to swirl it over the ridges and around. Growing more daring, you begin to kiss my arsehole, then suck at it. I roll over and use my hand to spread myself, letting you in. You guzzle hungrily now at my shithole, seemingly starving for it. I force my hole out for you, feeling your tongue push against my opening. You succeed, and your slick tongue writhes inside my dirty hole, your face forced deep into my arse crack. You guzzle as if I'm delicious.

I reach down and pull your head out of me by the hair. Your sticky messy face shows a delighted and triumphant expression. "And now, would you like to taste your Sir's cock, cunt?" You nod, and very correctly answer that you would, very much. "Very well - you may kiss your way along my length, from balls to tip, but you will not take me in your mouth, and you will not use your tongue. Your hands, of course, will remain on the floor."

You lean in, and again bury your mouth and nose in my balls, nuzzling deep in the seam at my cock's root. Slowly, delicately, even reverentially, you start to kiss your way along my balls and shaft. My cock stiffens and rises at my sweet cunt's ministrations. Your lips graze my fat vein, feeling the heat of my cock against your face. You crane your neck and at last reach the tip, kissing the opening, savouring the bead of precum that crests it.

You lick your lips, and look longingly at me. I nod. I give you permission to lick me. Your tongue snakes out and you lap at my hard cock with long, deliberate licks. My cock gleams with your saliva. I stroke your hair as you lap up and down me, wetting your face with my cock. I push your head against me when your mouth is at my cockhead again. You understand that you are to open your mouth. 

Eagerly, you take my cock into your mouth and down deep into your throat. Your head bobs as you press the head against your airway, gagging yourself. You cough, drool, and push down again. Hollow-cheeked, you suck hungrily on your Sir's cock, head sweeping back and down again, the noises of your slurping and sucking resonating in the basement. Your chin drips with saliva; it spills over your breasts.

"Good girl." At last I ease myself out of your mouth. You struggle to hide your disappointment. I stand, cock glistening, and lift you by the hair to a standing position too. I bend you over the arm of the room's plush couch. You move, half-willingly, half-propelled by my hand on the back of your neck. As your head is pushed down, your pale bottom rises. I grip my cock and start to work the swollen head in between your thighs, which you obligingly spread. Your cunt is hot and slick and dripping with juice, and as my cock glides inside your fuckhole you groan. I push my fingers inside your mouth for you to suck as I ram my cock up you unceremoniously.

My weight crushes you into the arm of the couch, winding you, and each thrust of my cock makes you shudder, squashing your big tits. I take my wet fingers out of your mouth and, looking down at my shaft pumping you, coated in cunt cream, I finger your shithole, making the ridges glisten. Ah, but no, I do not plan to use your bottom just yet. I let you suck my fingers again, and then raise my hand high. 

Down it comes, hard on your arse, the pale flesh reddening instantly. I lift it and smack you again. "Such bliss to fuck you and spank you, my little whore," I snarl. I slam my pelvis forward, filling you with my fat cock as I slap your bottom raw, alternating between cheeks. The floor under your feet is spattered with your dripping cunt juice and I switch between fingering your shithole and slapping your arse.

I come to the point at which I can no longer resist. I order you to reach back and spread your cheeks wide. I watch that tight little knot stretch as you comply, reading your feelings of thrill and exposure and humiliation and sluttish desire. I spit onto my fingers and apply the saliva carefully, letting the pads of my fingertips circle the wrinkles of that tight hole, occasionally brushing the lips of your cunt below.

I introduce one slick finger, opening you for the first time. I savour your accelerated breathing, the tensing of your body. I turn my finger inside your arsehole, stretching you, delighted to be inside you, not caring if you're dirty or clean. I add a second finger and spread your tight ring wider, loosing you for the arsefucking to come.

At last I place my cockhead on that reddened relaxed shithole. I tease you, make you beg for it. "Do you want this cock up your arse? Do you really want your Sir to fuck you in your shithole, cunt?" You consent, then plead, then at last beg for it. 

"Please, Sir! Please! Please fuck your filthy fucking whore up her filthy fucking arse! Please force your fat cock up my tight dirty shithole! Please fuck me! Fuck me! I beg you to fuck me, Sir!"

When I reward you, I take it slowly. Your hole spreads and engulfs my hard cock. I splay your arse cheeks wide, looking down at the glorious sight of your shithole taking inch after inch of fat cock. I pay carefully attention to your little gasps and cries, to the shudder of your slut body. The thought that my cock is moving so far up inside your body, through a hole that really shouldn't be taking a cock, is exquisite. Yes, deep up your shithole, deep into your dirt.

My arousal means it won't take long for me to reach my climax. But before I do, I want to hear you fucking scream, I want to hurt you, I want to fucking pound the shit out of you, fucking your arsehole raw. Then I want my cock to spit hot cum way up your arse, deep inside your body, and I want your hole to drip white from me when I'm done.

I can last no longer. I pull out of your arse and yank you off the couch by the hair, pushing you to your knees before me. Wank me into your face, cunt, I bark. Your small hands clasp my cock and you pull the sticky shaft as you know your Sir likes. Your face is raised, your mouth open. You feel the swelling vein; you close your eyes and open your mouth wide. 

I lavishly spurt my come onto your face. One thick dollop of semen is deposited straight onto your tongue. it runs down your face, you let the semen in your mouth spill from your lips and down you chin. Your tits gleam with saliva and come. You open your mouth as wide as you canwithout spilling any of the nacreous deposit, keen to show that you have not swallowed, that my semen is swilling around your tongue and teeth.

Having made eye contact from your kneeling position, you begin her show. You allow some of the semen to slowly trickle over your lower lip and down your chin, to drip at last onto your tits. You suck the strand back up and let it trickle again. Growing more daring, you blow a come bubble to treat your me as my cock sags.

You scoop come out of your mouth with curled fingers and hold it high above your face, then let it spill onto yourself. You smear your face in the come. You drool the last of it onto your tits and throat. You rub the come over your body as widely as it will go. You adorn yourself in semen. Then you start to collect it in your fingers and to eat it. You seem ravenous for the salty taste, sucking your fingers, making theatrical lip-smacking noises.

When you are done, you open wide to show me that all my semen is now in your belly, all but the traces crisping on your face and body.

I open my arms and you plunge into my embrace. I lift your head and look long into your face, our communication wordless but heavy with meaning. I smooth away your sticky hair from your face and press my lips to yours. We share a deep salty kiss, each tongue swirling around the other. We lie back on the floor, nude, pressed hard together, knowing we have forged a rare bond, sealing something matchlessly intimate. We listen to our heartbeats, the pulse of our blood, the rhythm of pour breathing. We form one body.

Tryst



Fresh snow lay all around them, covering the leafy forest floor. The rustling of dry leaves they had kicked up on their autumn woods walks was silenced now; the woods had become a quiet sanctuary for sleeping squirrels and huddled birds. Sunlight dappled through the bare branches, and sparkled on the virgin snow.

Hand in hand, they walked between towering trees, following a trail only she knew. Her fingertips were the first part of her to turn cold on days like this, but his warm fingers entwined with hers was all the glove she needed now. She glanced up to admire his strong profile; he flashed a grin back at her, and she melted a bit inside. He reached around to envelop her in a bear hug, and smiled as she molded her soft body intimately against his.

"So," he murmured as he nuzzled his nose in her curls, enjoying the fragrance of fresh shampoo and the underlying, mysterious scent of woman, "Is it your wicked plan to get us lost in the woods? I don't see any markings on these trees..."

Laughing softly, she wriggled back to gaze into his dark eyes. He held on tightly, not willing for her to pull away from his arms. With a dimpled grin, she reached behind her to grasp his hand, which had meandered downward to her bottom, and was now rubbing in slow circles. Lacing his fingers through hers, she set a sprightly pace once again through the woods.

They wandered along a small stream gurgling through the forest, sometimes sharing stories of times past or hopes for the future; at other times they held a companionable silence. He knew that she had devised a plan for this stolen time they had together, a time in which they were free from all responsibilities and could linger together; but what she had in mind for them in these cold and quiet woods, he could scarcely imagine.

Through the trees he saw a brown structure. "Is that a building? What, do you suppose..."

Smoke curled through the stone chimney of the small log cabin. "Ahh, a hunting cabin - someone must be there," he mused, but to his surprise she headed right for the cottage. She stopped on the doorstep, turned to him with an enigmatic smile, and pulled a key from her pocket. "Rental unit," she said softly, unlocking the door and walking in.

Homey and humble, the cabin had one room which was both a living area and a simple kitchen. Large windows gave a bright view of the woods outside, still shining with dappled light which was deepening to coral as the sun began to lower in the west. Opposite the doorway, a large overstuffed sofa partially obscured the coals of a low fire that were glowing in the stone fireplace. Colorful braided rugs brightened the honey tones of the pine floor, and warm, downy blankets were tossed on the sofa and on the large rug before the fireplace.

He turned to find her slipping out of her coat and scarf. "How did you...?" he began, but she merely tossed her coat carelessly aside before tripping merrily back into his ready arms, and pulling his coat off him. She kissed his cheek gently, the small cleft in his chin, the sensitive area she knew of under his earlobe...whispering as she blew softly against his ear.

"It's a day we've needed...and a rare opportunity for us. We'll share this moment of time together; we'll make memories that are only ours, and precious to us. Who knows if it could ever happen again?"

Pivoting away, she went to the fireplace and added some logs from the stack. She watched as the flames hungrily licked at the fresh logs, and satisfied, she turned back to find his eyes wandering over her bulky red sweatshirt and downward over the curves swelling through her snuggly fitted jeans Laughing, she posed saucily for him, then bounced back to stand before him.

She reached out for him, wanting just to touch him, to feel his solidity and strength. Rubbing his chest and moving her hands slowly downward over his belly, she reached the bottom of his sweater and eased beneath to feel the warmth of his bare skin. She lifted the sweater up while guiding him toward the sofa, and backing him up against it to sit; he obligingly lifted his arms so she could tug his sweater over his head. She tossed it to the floor, and then knelt down to remove his shoes and socks. As he wiggled his liberated toes, she began massaging them; with steadily increasing pressure she rubbed the balls and heels of his feet. Glancing up surreptitiously, she took in his closed eyes as he sighed in contentment. His eyes opened slowly, and gleamed warmly into hers. Gently squeezing, she moved her smooth hands firmly up and then down the length of each foot in turn, tenderly rubbing each of his toes and the spaces between them. 

When she grew playful and began to lightly tickle the arches of his feet, he reached down to draw her up to a standing position before him. With dimples flirting at the corners of her soft lips, she reached down to unfasten his jeans, lingering to caress the warm, firm bulge pressing against his fly. She fell to her knees again as she tugged off his jeans and then his briefs. Her amber eyes took in every aspect of his body as she disrobed him; fire lit them in sparkling delight, flaming brighter as his firmly jutting manhood was exposed to the cool air in the cabin.

When finally he sat naked before her, he looked up to find her raking his body with her heated stare. "Alright, vixen", he cajoled in a low voice. "One of us has far too many clothes on."

Smilingly, slowly she unbuttoned and then unzipped her jeans, and sinuously wriggled out of them, pushing them down her legs and leaning down to pull them off and cast them aside. His eyes widened as he took in the deep burgundy lace panties scantily covering her round ass; then she stood erect before him again.

She warmed as she saw his gaze riveted on her toned legs and the curve of her hips; his slackened jaw and slow smile filled her with a wantonness she had not known before. Her hands moved to her collarbone, then slid downward over her sweatshirt, pausing to cup her breasts as she toyed with the sensitive nipples hidden from his view. 

His eyes glowed as he took in the sight of this woman. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal, could tell her passions were flaming. Purposefully he sat upright, moving close to her body and tugging her hands down to her sides. Smiling, he captured her gaze with his intense stare. "You'll have a price to pay for teasing me so mercilessly," he murmured. "Take your shirt off...now." Quiet but firm, his command allowed no refusal. Releasing her hands, he leaned back against the sofa cushions to watch.

She tucked her hands under the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. Shaking out her hair, she laid her sweatshirt on the floor with her jeans,

The satin camisole and panties gleamed with the deep color of a fine Shiraz. By her exotic scent he was sure the flesh within would taste as sweet. The shimmering cloth plunged down her body, revealing her enticing cleavage.. Her excitement and rapid breathing caused her breasts to thrust forward, nipples tautly pressed against the satin. Her waist narrowed beneath the cloth, and the curve of her hips was tantalizingly round and firm beneath the lace of her panties. 

"Okay, you who like to give orders. Now what?"

Dragging his eyes up from her body, he looked into her impishly smiling face. "Whazzat?"

She laughed. "You said I'd have 'a price to pay'...and I'm here for your delight. What can I do for you?"

He considered for a moment, stretching his arms out to the sides along the back of the sofa, then smiled slowly.

"A lap dance."

Her face reddened as she burst out laughing. "I have no idea how to do that! And at my age? And...there's no music here..."

"We've always made our own song, my love. I'd like a lap dance. Don't worry, I won't laugh. I don't really know how it's supposed to be done, either. But you're a very creative woman." He smiled reassuringly at her, with that sweet touch of lechery she knew so well.

Grimacing, she rolled her eyes and turned away from him. Staring into the flames, she mused. He waited patiently, quietly. 

"I'll try it for you..."

Turning back to him, she closed her eyes while imagining the steamiest song she knew. She let her body start to sway to the rhythm in her mind. He watched in fascination the play of emotions on her face - concentration, as her brow furrowed, a goofy, blushing grin when she thought about how silly she felt, and finally a sexy little smile as she started to relax into it. Seeing her inhibitions fall away warmed him in every way. His cock was already at attention, and was aching for her. As she slowly moved, undulating from side to side, her hand slid up her sides, pressing the satin close against her body. She cupped her breasts, pushing the fullness of them upward until they were close to bursting out of her cami. He could see the edges of her areolas, and watched as she began to lightly fondle her breasts. She opened her sparkling golden eyes, and he could see the passion unleashed within. 

She melted a bit more as she looked into his wonderful, deep brown eyes. Moving toward him, she lowered her gaze, and bit her lower lip, captivated by his proud erection. His hard, thick cock was jutting temptingly toward her as she lowered to her knees before him; the first drop of his arousal was at the tip, and she could not resist leaning forward across his thighs to taste him. Gently she took in his nectar, licking teasingly all around the head and massaging the slit lightly with her tongue. Her soft mouth opened to take in the head, her lips enveloping the crown of his cock...

As the loose satin of her camisole gapped downward, he could see her soft breasts at last, fully exposed, the nipples dark and erect, begging for his touch. He reached down with one hand to caress her, kneading her softly, then rubbing his open palm in small firm circles against her nipple; first one breast, then the other, until with small moans she was pressing herself heavily into his palm. His other hand was in her hair, drawing her head closer to his throbbing cock. Her warm mouth was taking him deeper, deeper into herself, beginning to suck him lightly as she covered him, and her soft melodic hums of pleasure were vibrating through him; heat throbbed through him, a quickening, pulsating current swelling outward from his core...

She pulled back and smiled up at him. Playful eyes twinkling, she murmured, "No, this can't be right...aren't I supposed to be...umm... dancing on your lap for this?"

His eyes narrowed as he gazed back at her. "You're being quite the tease, but you know...I can play that game too - and probably better than you."

Laughing, she rose to her feet. Her thumbs hooked into the narrow silken band of her burgundy lace panties, and she wiggled out of them. Then shrugging her shoulders she pushed the spaghetti straps down her arms. The satin camisole slid down her body and to the floor. Freed from their soft constraint, her breasts swelled forward, and her warm, desiring gaze locked on his as she slowly moved forward to settle above his lap. Her knees were positioned on the outsides of his thighs, her hands on his strong shoulders. As she pressed forward against his chest, she lifted her round bottom and he could feel the warmth of her as she lightly lowered herself over his lap. She began to undulate slowly, side to side, front to back, in languid circles, always keeping just the tip of his firm cock in contact with her body. 

His heated gaze took in the sight of her swaying body, bringing him with her with each movement, and his hands wrapped around her body to fondle her ass. She pleasured herself by rubbing her hard nipples lightly against his chest. Stealthily, he reached down to feel her, and smiled as his fingers slid easily into her slippery, sweet folds. Pressure, heat, lust surged in him as she played with him, and he pulled her closer to his straining cock, but she resisted. Her soft womanly labia flirted with the fiery head of his cock as she danced sinuously in his lap, but determined not to lose control, he clenched his jaw against the urge to penetrate her fully. When finally he groaned and tried to thrust upward within her, she smilingly shook her head. 

"Oh, no, my love, you haven't yet had the 'complete lap dance'! Let's try something different, now..."

She turned so that she was facing the fireplace; squatting over his lap she wriggled her bottom back into his belly. His warm hands grasped her ass lightly, then one came around her body to pull her closer to him. She gazed down and saw his rigid cock firmly up against his body; purring in delight she reached to palm his warm balls, massaging them gently, then tracing her fingers lightly up the full length of his shaft. As she remembered she was supposed to be dancing for him, she began to sway her body again, while encircling him with her hand and stroking him up and down. Finally she shifted her position and pulled lightly on his manhood so the head of his penis was pressing directly into her wet, warm folds, and he could no longer wait to possess her. He grasped her firmly, pulling her down over his length. Shuddering, she lowered herself onto his thick shaft, moaning softly as he filled her. 

"Mmmm...oh, take me now, please...", she sighed. 

"Gladly...," he growled in her ear. Cradling her body with his arms, in one strong move, he twisted them both sideways; she was pushed into the sofa cushions, legs spread wide for him as he held closely to her. Stretching her arms forward, clutching the arm of the sofa, she lifted her ass toward him as he finally, finally pressed deeply within her. 

As he began thrusting within her slowly, powerfully, he slid his hands admiringly over her smooth skin, from the inward curve of her waist down over the sweet round swell of her bottom. With each stroke he delved deeply into her, paused, then smoothly drew out until just the tip of his cock was covered by her glistening pink labia. Rapture spread through her body like wildfire, licking up and igniting every nerve within her; she trembled beneath the heat of his passionate thrusts. He plunged deeply, over and over, the rhythm of his stride increasing with each stroke, filling her body, touching her soul as he ravished her. He grasped her breasts firmly as his thrusts became more forceful, pinching her nipples and driving her closer to her climax. She was climbing, reaching toward a peak she had not known existed before, and as she crested that precipice she cried out to him; so overwhelmed with heat she was, and unwilling to fall down the other side without his strong arms to hold her. 

And he was there for her. Pounding, swelling, tightening, groaning loudly, he exploded deep within her, feeling her body squeezing against him, tight, wet and hot. His arms wrapped firmly around her as he thrust again, as he spent the last of his seed in her body, as he felt her trembling beneath him, as his breathing steadied and his body finally began to settle from the release.

She held him within her as long as she could. When he slipped from her body, she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his strong body, nestling her head under his chin, and molding herself intimately against him. Together they drifted slowly, warmly, back to earth.

"Comfortable?" he murmured, gently pushing damp tendrils of hair from her face.

"So comfortable..." she sighed, snuggling closer to him. "Just as long as you're here with me..."

He laughed. "Well, even if I knew how to get back to civilization from here, I wouldn't be ready to leave this place, and you...never want to leave you..." He pulled the blanket from the sofa down over their entwined bodies. Gazing in delight at the mysteriously enigmatic, contented smile on this woman's face, he held her tightly as they gradually descended from the high precipice of ecstasy toward the peaceful valley of dreams. 

Her sleepy eyes suddenly opened wide. "Hey, you know - there's food here, and we have stuff to drink...and the bathroom is behind the kitchen area...just so you know..."

She yawned hugely, and her eyes fluttered closed again. He smiled as he held her close.

"Maybe later, love. All I need right now is here in my arms." He kissed her cheek gently. 

"Love you, sweet lady," he whispered.

"Love you...so much..." she mumbled back; and wrapped in each others' arms, they eased into a peaceful sleep.



Tryst



Dim light streamed through the open bedroom door, no more than enough for Mindy to see their reflection in the dresser mirror. She could see their naked bodies, she on her back, Wayne on top of her, his bare buttocks thrusting up and down, her breast, just visible in the dim light, pressed toward the mirror by Wayne's body. Mindy shifted her leg, flattening it so she could see more of Wayne on top of her. She enjoyed seeing his reflection making love to her. It heighten the sensation by watching their images. She was a voyeur to her own sexual activity. The feeling of Wayne's weight on top of her, his cock doing exactly what she had wanted it to do to her, the singular thrill of watching herself have sex with a hot guy, excited her. Wayne's continued thrusts inside her only heightened the stimulation.

In a deep part of her mind, Mindy knew that she should not be doing this. Her husband and kids were at home, sleeping she thought, while she fucked a guy she had only known a few weeks, a guy who worked with her husband. That was how she had met Wayne, through her husband. She had met him one day when she picked her husband up from work. Even that short introduction was enough for Mindy to feel an immediate, and vigorous sexual interest in Wayne. He was somewhat over six foot, blonde, with the kind of looks women found attractive, almost as if his looks advertised that this was a guy who was used to getting women into bed. Now here she was, in bed with Wayne, fucking him on a night when she knew she had to get home soon, before she was missed. Mindy knew that she shouldn't be doing this, but she was enjoying it.

That attraction to Wayne had quickly became a bit of an obsession for Mindy. Initially she hadn't planned for anything to happen, she just wanted a little flirtation to spice up her life. Over the weeks since that first introduction, she found that she was thinking about Wayne, soon even fantasizing about him letting her know she was attractive. Moreover, Wayne had certainly done that, always discretely, meaning whenever her husband was not standing nearby. 

At some point over those weeks, the flirtation fantasies started getting a little more intense for her. She knew that she was attracted to Wayne, and she figured that many women found him attractive. She even guessed that Wayne was one of those classic bad boys, the kind who only wanted one thing from women, and were used to getting it. That hadn't bothered her, at heart she was still the classic bad girl, the one who got all the guys interested in her. 

Last week she suggested to her husband that they invite Wayne for dinner. Her husband didn't think anything of it, after all, they often invited people to dinner. There wasn't much entertainment for younger people in their small, rural New Mexico town, so their circle of friends tended to welcome new arrivals and dinner or party invitations were frequent and appreciated. 

After the invitation, she had started to give things more thought. Wayne was a few years older than either her or her husband, mid-thirties she thought. He was only there for a couple of months that summer. He was a temporary, contracted worker hired specifically to survey archaeological sites, prior to leasing oil and gas exploration in the area. He would complete his surveys and write up some sort of report, then leave for his next job somewhere else. At least that is what Mindy understood. She thought that maybe it was the combination of his serious sex appeal and the fact that no matter what happened, he'd be gone and out of their lives in a matter of weeks. 

That all fed into the image of Wayne being the classic bad boy type. It seemed that he had never held a steady job, always doing contract work and then moving on to the next place, the next job, and she suspected, the next set of women. He had traveled extensively, all around the world, many times in exotic places, with more than a hint of adventure in some of those places. All of that, including the unnumbered women in his past, only added to his allure. Mindy had always enjoyed landing a guy other women wanted, or that other women already had. And that usually meant landing in bed. Like right then.

Wayne wasn't the settling down type it seemed, which in many ways boosted his appeal for her. She didn't want a relationship, she already had the long-term relationship, one she wanted for rest of her life. A fling with Wayne would be fun, provide some excitement and pleasure, and never jeopardize those things in her life that she wanted as forever things. Mindy knew what she wanted: a good fuck, maybe a couple of times, then back to her happily married life with a husband who had good career and who made her happy.

As she had gotten to know Wayne, Mindy recognized many women ended up exactly where she was now, fucking Wayne without any regard or concern for the other people in her life. That was exactly what she hoped for, and so far, Wayne was delivering on the good fuck part.

Mindy continued to watch their reflection. Wayne's hips pumping up and down, thrusting his cock in and out of her. She had come twice already, and if he kept this up, she might come another time or two. 

Anyhow, it was too late for second thoughts now. Mindy was cheating on her husband. Wayne was fucking her. That was all there was to it. Besides, this felt good she thought, very enjoyable. She enjoyed the thrill of fucking an attractive man. 

Of course, it had been a few years since she had fucked anyone other than her husband. Her husband was good in bed, the total Big "O" for her every time. It was just that she enjoyed different guys too. She felt that she had been a good wife so far in their marriage. 

True, she had fucked a couple of guys while engaged, but she didn't feel that really counted. Once they got married five years ago, she had felt it important to be faithful. 

Well, except for fucking her cousin's friend, Bob, that first summer after she had gotten married. Still, that was almost five years ago, and she didn't feel that it really counted since Bob was so young, nineteen to her twenty-four at the time and so cute. For her it had been like teenage sex all over again. She guessed for Bob it really was teenage sex. 

Then that next winter she had fucked both Greg and Jim. Once with Greg and twice with Jim. That really didn't matter either she thought. They were guys she had hung around with and fucked whenever the mood struck before she had gotten married. Sex with those guys was more just old times for old times' sake. 

Oh yeah, there was also the ski trip when her husband broke his leg and spent the night in the hospital. Mindy had been upset that he had ruined their ski trip, and when she bumped into the three guys staying in the place next store, she had quickly agreed to have a few drinks with them. She had a couple of drinks and hadn't said "no" when the guys wanted to play poker. Drinking and playing poker had turned into more drinking and strip poker. Before she knew it, one thing just led to another, and she had fucked all three guys, more than once each. By morning, she had sobered up, but when the guys wanted to shower with her, well, what was the harm at that point. That was just a situation where she couldn't help herself, she thought. That really didn't count either. 

Since then Mindy she had been faithful. No other guys since then. That was three years ago. She felt it had just taken her a little while to get ready to be with just one man at the start of her marriage. No one should have to change overnight. 

That was how she felt up until meeting Wayne. His bad boy aura kindled interesting thoughts about how she should not have to change completely just because she was married, and how much she enjoyed the thrill of attracting and enticing a new guy. Mindy found Wayne extremely desirable. So, flirting with Wayne whenever her husband was not going to notice evolved into her planning her next steps with Wayne. Dinner had become part of that plan. 

Mindy was not certain that she would seduce Wayne when she first suggested that they have him over for dinner. Mindy knew that she had not decided until she listened to more of Wayne's stories as they fixed dinner. Wayne fascinated her. That was when she made it her mission to get her husband and Wayne drunk, so drunk that neither could drive. She kept their wine glasses full, and even fixed them a cognac as a digestif. Mindy insisted that she drive Wayne home. 

Once in the car, Mindy wasn't so sure that Wayne had been as drunk as she thought, but that didn't matter. She had not filled his glass as many times as her husband she remembered. He had invited her in to his travel trailer. She had quickly agreed. As soon as they were inside, he kissed her. She had responded with all the horniness she felt. She broke off that first kiss at the door, took Wayne by the hand and led him into his bedroom. Their clothes were off in seconds. Immediately they fell into bed, with Wayne urgently going down on her. He ate her for a minute or so, then mounted her, his cock filling her, meeting her need to fuck someone new. Mindy came twice within a few minutes. So here she was, fucking Wayne and watching their reflection as he rode her. Her good wife streak was over. 

Mindy realized that Wayne was watching their reflection in the mirror too. He hadn't stopped fucking her, it was just that he was looking at her in the reflection. He continued to move his cock in and out of her. Maybe he was watching her watch them. Their eyes locked in the reflection. 

"Nice huh?" he said, slipping deep inside her and holding it there.

She turned her head, looking up at his face. 

"Yeah, nice."

"I want you on your hands and knees," he said.

She had done it from behind often enough, with many different guys. Guys generally enjoyed doing it doggie style the first time few times she fucked them. Getting it from behind was not her thing. Still, enough different guys had wanted it that way that she had expected it whenever she was with a new guy. As Mindy positioned herself on her hands and knees, Wayne grabbed her hips with one hand, opening her pussy with his fingers. She felt him push the head of his cock against her pussy. Abruptly he pulled her hips toward him as he thrust his cock inside her. She gasped with the suddenness of the penetration.

"Easy!" she exclaimed, "not so rough!"

His sudden penetration had startled her. Something had changed suddenly. He was no longer making love to her. I was almost like he was now only using. 

Wayne chuckled and mumbled something about thinking she wanted it rough sex to liven things up. Something about "you probably don't get this at home very often." 

Mindy wasn't certain she heard him, but that what she thought she had heard. She almost stopped things right then, or she would have tried to stop things if Wayne had not been holding her so firmly. For a second she wasn't sure she could stop him. As he continued moving in and out, she could feel his balls slap against her clit. Okay, that felt good, she thought. Maybe this idea was okay after all.

Wayne continued to ride her hard from behind. He reached underneath her with one hand and started rubbing her clit as he fucked her. His other hand was still holding her hip firmly where he wanted her. She couldn't shift because of the way he was holding, but suddenly it really did feel good. He wasn't exactly gentle, but not so rough that it hurt. His deep thrusts felt good. She realized that she was exhaling every time he fully penetrated her, soft moans emitting without thought. Mindy arched her back, opening herself for deeper penetration. Wayne obliged her very effectively. She pushed back against his thrusts, getting him deeper inside her. 

Mindy was on the edge of coming again when she could feel Wayne tense. He held it deep inside her for a second or so, and then pumped wildly, moaning loudly. That was all it took for her to come again, moaning in time with Wayne's gasps.

Wayne slowed, but didn't stop pumping in and out. Mindy was sure that he must have come since she could feel wetness trickling down the inside of her thighs. She dipped her head slightly looking back between her legs. Wayne was still pumping in and out. She could see Wayne's balls slapping back and forth as he continued to fuck her. Even in the vague light, she could see splashes of come splattering out of her, splashing onto the bed. Wayne had definitely come, yet he wasn't stopping. 

Mindy glanced at the clock in the dresser. She had been there about fifteen minutes. She needed him to finish so that she could get home.

Wayne started driving faster, deeper, so forceful that she could not hold her weight up with her arms. She dropped her upper body so her face and shoulders were on the bed, her face buried against the pillow. She moaned again, not from an orgasm, rather from the strength of his thrusts. Wayne hammered his cock in and out of her.

"Not too fast!" she told him.

"It's okay, I'm going to come again in a few seconds!" he replied.

She gasped as he suddenly drove deep into her, feeling his cock bump harshly against her cervix. She felt him shoot his spurts of hot come inside her. Wayne pumped in and out of her a few more times. She looked back again, glad that he was done. She needed this to finish so she could get home. 

She was looking between her legs again, enjoying the sight of his cock buried inside her. Suddenly Wayne pulled out of her, releasing a gush of white cum out of her pussy, spattering more on the sheets. Mindy was stunned at how much poured out of her, dripping onto the bed, running down her thighs. It looked more like five or six loads of come puddling between her knees. He had shot a huge load inside her. 

Mindy was still staring at the size of the puddle, when Wayne took his hand and stroked her pussy. She actually jumped when he touched her. He had his fingers inside her, pushing them around. He pulled his fingers out. 

"Turn around", he said. 

Wayne climbed off the bed. She rolled over, looking for her clothes. She had been gone too long already and she needed to get home. 

She looked at Wayne. His erect cock still jutted out in front of him. He was wiping the come he had pulled from inside her onto his cock, covering it in the slick, viscous juices. Wayne stood next to the bed, stroking himself. He stepped toward her, his hand around his erection, still stroking up and down.

"Clean me off!" he ordered. 

Before Mindy could protest that she had to leave, Wayne grabbed her hair and pushed her face her face down toward his cock. She couldn't stop him. She was getting scared. He was stroking his cock faster, working the come on his cock into a white foamy mess. 

Wayne had his cock pressed against her lips. Just wanting this to end, Mindy reluctantly opened her lips allowing him to push his cock into her mouth. Wayne still had one hand on the back of her head, his fingers wrapped in her hair. He pulled her forward, telling her to get on her knees. 

Mindy was gagging on his cock, but she complied with his demand. She knew that she had to get out of there, and she knew that she couldn't stop Wayne. The only way open to her was to do what he wanted and hope that he finished quickly. She got on her knees in front of him and starting sucking him. He kept stroking his cock, not as fast as before, but stroking it, beating off in her mouth. 

She felt his cock swell even harder. She barely could keep it in her mouth he was stroking so fast now. He was pushing her head up and down on his cock. Mindy felt him tense, then felt the first burst of semen explode into her mouth. She swallowed three or four more bursts of cum. Wayne abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth, squirting the rest load onto her face.

She was shocked that he had done that, but all she could do was kneel in front of him as he forcibly held her head inches from his cock. He stroked himself a few more times, shaking off the last drops of cum. One drop splattered on her breast. 

"Nice!", he said, "nice fucking cunt with cum all over you! Bet you weren't expected it to be this much fun!" Then he chuckled, "well, that's what cheating wives all want, a wild, rough time!"

Mindy stood up, wanting to go to the bathroom and clean up. But she saw that Wayne was still stroking his cock slowly, as if trying to get aroused again.

She grabbed her clothes and started for the bedroom door.

"I'm leaving," she said, holding back tears.

"Come on, stay," he said, "I'll get it up again in a few minutes."

She turned and walked out, still naked, holding her clothes in front of her as a shield.

"Before you go, remember if you tell anyone, this was your idea. I didn't bring you here, and you walked in of your own accord."

Mindy didn't close the door behind her. Despite the cold, she walked the few feet to her car without getting dressed. She got in the car, fumbled to find her keys, then started the car and pulled away from Wayne feeling disgust with how everything had turned out. She only wanted to get away from Wayne at that moment. 

Mindy told herself that she had never expected it to go like that. She had figured that they would have sex, maybe even good sex, and maybe set up something to get together again soon. Wayne had used her, almost hurting her, no, he had hurt her. Something was not right with him if he thought this was good sex.

She drove a mile or so down the road, far enough to make sure he wasn't behind her. Then she pulled over and pulled her clothes on as best she could. Mindy felt like crying but she didn't dare. She took a chance and turned the lights on in the car, looking at herself in the rearview mirror. She wiped the last splash of come off her face. Everything looked okay. She could go home. She would just have to keep quiet, but she would never talk to Wayne again.

When she got home she was relieved that her husband was asleep. She went straight into the bathroom. That was went she noticed that Wayne had shot some in her hair. She cleaned it up as best she could, wanting to wash her hair, wanting to take a shower and clean his scent off of her and out of her. She didn't think she could explain a late night shower.



Tryst in the Office



Jessica had grown accustomed to John screwing her in odd and somewhat open places. That's the way it had been since they first began fucking around. Since that day she was left stranded by her now ex-boyfriend and saw John Duke, C.O.O. of the company she temp with, between the rain drops of an overcast evening signalling her to come and get a lift. And what a lift it was. By the time Jessica reached home, her pussy was soaked, her panties thorn off and her tits slightly bruised from John's oral fixation. 

She had noticed him staring at her all the time and she didn't mind. After all he was the main reason she wrote her tight fitting skirts and flimsy blouses; the reason why her pants outlined the triangle between her legs that was her pussy. He also was the reason why she ran to the ladies restroom and stuck her fingers between her pussy lips, with her clit pounding and swollen from the need and lack of sex in her life. 

That ride change everything; and with his salt and pepper hair, 6' 2" frame and muscular built, John opened Jessica legs to an 8 inch cock that plunged inside her. 

"Where do you want it?"

She held her head down, still, but raised her eyes to stare at him above the rim of her glass. Jessica knew what he wanted. The bulge in his khakis told as much. And she knew she wasn't in his office sitting on his desk behind a locked door for no reason at all. This would be the their first time...doing it in his office; but the excitement she felt thinking about persons in the building close to them down the hall, let her know that this would definitely not be the last time.

"Where do I want it?" She repeated the question as she licked her lips.

"Yes," he began. John knew she wanted to taste his juices, where ever they landed. Her nipples were getting hard. He could see the hard pointed buds of erection beneath the silk white blouse she was wearing. They were pointed as if teasing his mouth to let his tongue take a taste. He started to move to her. He started again, "Yes" he repeated. "where do you want my cock; pounding inside that hole of yours, or deep within your mouth, sliding all the way down your throat." She held his gaze and never once flinched as he stared into her eyes and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly allowing his fingers to touch the swell of her breasts. John eased his fingers under the frill that was her bra. He teased the dark skin of her tits before unhooking and taking her bra, allowing her breasts to fall from her C cups. Jessica reached out to let her hand slide over his cock but was stopped with a stern look. He spoke, "There is only one rule... for now. And that is, you are not allowed to touch me, Jessica." 

Jessica stared at him, puzzled, and he realized instantly that she was going to be disobedient. John took his tie off, placed Jessica hands behind her back and ties them. 

"Don't let me punish you any further. Now, where was I?"

Tying Jessica's hand behind her pushes her breast forward and excites John even more as he takes each hard, dark nipple between his thumb and rubs them over and over, round and round until they harden even more. He lowers his head and takes one between his lips, biting gently at first and then harder, making Jessica gasp and moan in pure pleasure. 

She liked it that way; with his teeth biting deep within her flesh. He nibbles and sucks his way past Jessica's breasts, and as he does he brings her heels up to rest flatly on the desk. Her legs are now spread eagled and her pussy stares at him, all glistening and wet with its juices spreading the sweet aroma of sex throughout the office. 

She never did like wearing underwear. 

John licked his lips, especially at the thought of licking something else within in a few minutes, "You are hot for me, aren't you?"

Jessica laughed, "Can't you tell. There's liquid fire squirting from this pussy."

John dick was getting bigger by the second as he knelt between Jessica's legs. Her throbbing clit was right before his eyes. Jessica started to take her foot, drawing her pussy closer to his face. John looked up at her, "Don't let me have to tie your ankles too."

John pushed her legs further apart and held her pussy lips wide open as he buried his mouth in her hole, pushing his tongue into her. He began licking. Up and down in broad strokes. Flicking his tongue against Jessica's clit and then pressing down hard. He sucked harder and harder as Jessica's moan got louder and louder. 

John clasped his teeth on her clit and Jessica's screamed in ecstasy. John stood up and unzipped his pants while clutching Jessica's breast. Her eyes widen at the size of his erection, "Is all that for me?"

John smiled as he moved his dick towards her opening, "You better believe it," he says as he slips his cock head into her entrance, but it's big enough to fill it. He watches as pleasure floods Jessica's face and flings her head backwards. Slowly he pushes his cock into her pussy, her wet pussy feeling good as he pumped in and out of her. 

Jessica cant resist the sensations sweeping her body as she flings her hips up and lifted her ass off the desk. He gasped. If she kept this up, he would cum in no time. His balls were hot and felt like they were ready to explode. He bent over and pushed her breast together taking both nipples into his mouth at once. Licking and biting her tits, he reached behind her and pull her hands. The instant he does, Jessica hands are around his back and cupping his ass, pushing him further up into her. "Fuck me harder with your big fat cock, John. Fuck hard and deep. FUCK ME HARD!!!" She screamed as her ass goes completely off the desk and her legs wrap around his ass. 

He grab her ass and push her further down his pole. She wiggled giddily. He knew she was getting hotter and that meant freakier too. 

John carried Jessica and placed her on the couch, all the while keeping his dick inside her dripping pussy. He knelt over her in the couch; pushing deeper.

"This is what you want, isn't it you slut? All of my cock up that tiny hole of yours, fucking you hard...rough and deep."

Jessica grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples biting her lips, "Take your dick out my pussy, John. Take it out and push it in my mouth. NOW!" 

He didn't need a second request. He popped his dick out and he heard the loud suction of her pussy right before he plunged it into her mouth. Jessica raised her head and sucked liked a baby on a nipple. 

She flicked her pointed tongue over his oozing dick head. The pre cum was salty, but nice. 

She wrapped her lips around him and pushed her mouth over his cock, covering all 8 inches. 

John lost it completely and warned her that he was about to explode, but it was too late. His juices hit the back of her throat and filled her mouth. 

Cum oozed down her lips and onto her chin. 

That is when they heard the loud thud. John and Jessica looked up and saw John's secretary half naked from the waist down fondling herself. The main door was close but the adjoining door to her office was left open and she had opened the door and viewed the whole thing. Unable to stand it anymore she stripped herself and enjoyed the show while finger fucking herself. John knew from the look on her face that she was not satisfied and knew he would get one of his fantasies today. 

He knew Jessica was gamed when he looked at her smiling like a Cheshire cat and he knew they were thinking the same thing. John looked across the room and smiled, with Jessica flicking her tongue over his dick head. "Don't just stand there Joanne, close the door and come on in." 

Joanne stood, her naked ass facing her office; as she stepped across the threshold and closed the middle door, joining her office, she thought, "And to think I was going to call in sick today." 



Tryst Pt. 01



Is it the lift that gives me butterflies as we hurtle upwards?

Silence

There are five of us in the lift, all looking anywhere but at each other.

Level 8, the elegant man in his crisp white shirt and Levis gets out. Now we are four. Us and another couple, except they may not even realize that we are a couple at all. Like most people, they probably think we are mother and daughter- there's a 20 year age difference, not that we care. We stand apart, they are joined at the hip. 

Level 11, they get out, walking as one.

Level 12. Our floor. The door opens; two men stand aside to let us out before they enter.

We walk to room 1203. I put the card in the slot to open the door. It clicks and we go inside. The door closes and I turn to face her." Hi Babe," her voice is soft and husky. We move together, magnetized. The first kiss, delicate, careful, sweet and gentle, is always good.

Reconnection.

We hold each other like this for minutes as our bodies tune back into each other.

Now I can look at her. Green eyes, just the right amount of mischief twinkling, cute button nose, full lips, the dimple.

We kiss. We love kissing. Our spirits whirl and spin and dance together when we kiss. 

We can't stay here forever, in the doorway; it's hard to let go but we do. She moves past me, into the main room, putting her bag down, slipping off her heels and taking her jacket off. I stop her from taking any more clothes off-" I want to do that", I tell her. With a raised eyebrow, she acquiesces. That eyebrow turns me to jelly. She knows it.

Each time I undo a button, I kiss her. I pull her shirt back over her shoulders to reveal her soft, glowing skin. I can't resist rubbing my cheek across her shoulders, silky skin on my face. As I do this, her hands travel up my body from my waist, to my face. She gently moves my head to one side and traces the line of my throat with her tongue. I melt, surrendering to her.

She pulls my t-shirt over my head, immediately taking my bra off. She loves my breasts and they love her. She puts her hands underneath gently, and bends her head to tease my nipples out to play. Her hot mouth pulls gently, a rush of energy swirls through my body up to my head. Needing to feel her warm, soft body on mine, I take her bra off and pull her to me. Breasts touch, bellies touch. we connect all the way down to our feet.

She pushes me on to the bed, moving up my body like a lioness, stalking me, her long curly hair falling forward, brushing over me, her eyes locked on mine. She lowers down on to me. Her gentleness overwhelms me; my hands find her lower back, easily slipping inside the waistband of her white, lacy panties to squeeze her ass. She pushes in to me, and I in to her. Moving to one side, she gives me access to the front of her lacy pants, and I find her hot wetness waiting for me. She smiles, as she always does when I first touch her.

In my head I want to remain here, like this; I don't want this to end, but my body is powerless to stop. My fingers tease her, our kisses become firmer, stronger, our tongues flicking, searching, licking and all the while she gently tugs my nipples. Her kisses move to my throat, "the panties have to come off", she says.

We roll, I'm on top now, and I move down her body, alternating my touch between feather-light gentleness and then firmer kneading. Again, my fingers find her soft, wet pussy. She moans in response as my fingers move inside her, I know what she likes and I find the place inside that makes her lose herself to me. As I coax and massage her, she moves with my hand. I feel her pleasure, my own sex responding to her. As she creates her rhythm, I find her clit with my tongue, just lightly at first, becoming firmer as she moves in to me.

Her moans encourage me on; she moves faster, her energy taking me with her. As I stroke her inside, she climaxes and I feel her clench my fingers, I hear her pleasure, taste her sweetness, smell her musky release and watch her surrender.

She lets go, relaxing. I leave my fingers inside, feeling the aftermath of her orgasm until she's still. She trembles as I slowly withdraw.

I kiss my way back up to her; she's still in her afterglow. Her eyes open, we smile,

"You're really good at that."



Tryst With An Alien



Carol was a divorced woman, still good looking and in shape but no love life to speak of. 

She had even considered hiring a gigolo so that she could get off once in a while but was too embarrassed and felt frivolous paying for sex. 

Blind dates although pleasant, were bland, with no chemistry to speak of. Plus it was so complicated to consider starting over with someone after so many years of being with the same person. She told herself she was content with her career, dog and her neatly appointed home.

One night she found herself suddenly awakened from her deep sleep because her dumb dog would not stop whining. She got up to let him out the back door and groggily waited for him to return. “Have to invest in that automatic dog door opener” she reminded herself. Strangely enough, her dog would not leave the back stoop and she tried pushing him away from the house with her foot. He whined and retreated into the house again.

She noticed the strange pinkish glow outside but attributed it to her neighbors—they were DJ’s after all. When she turned around after locking up the back door she found herself face-to-face with a male stranger. She almost screamed but for some reason she was just frozen, her vocal cords seemingly paralyzed. Carol seemed to have no ability to speak or make a move. He was definitely male and was not quite human. His body was lean and his face nondescript but not the scary face you’d think of when it comes to aliens. Her dog just cowered in the corner. “Some guard dog!” she thought.

The male alien reached out for her and she could not make a peep—it was as if he had a power over her but not with mechanics or lasers or anything of the sort.

His body gave off an incredible heat which she felt when his hand brushed her hair off her shoulders and removed her nightgown over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She felt afraid but still could not move. She was naked aside from her slippers.

His hand moved to both her tits and caressed them in a way that aroused her quite easily.

She felt ashamed to be aroused and probably was beet red. She still could not protest, and remained standing in one spot. His large alien hands dropped to her small waist and felt up her ass and her hips. She had heard of alien abductions—was he checking to see if she was a fertile female? His long fingers parted her pussy lips and she suddenly felt him probe her cunt with an incredible heated finger. She gasped and felt embarrassed because she was getting wet and she was after all, standing in her kitchen naked with a stranger.

Carol was still unable to protest when he lifted her up effortlessly and place her sitting on her kitchen counter, her legs spread against her will. She closed her eyes and felt something warm and wet exploring her pussy but was afraid to look down. She actually was able to lean back on her elbows and relax and enjoy the sensation with a sigh. The alien male picked her up again and placed her on the itchy wool rug in her living room. She opened her eyes for a second to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. She was placed on her back with her knees drawn back. She caught sight of his huge appendage—it was a giant cock and in fact he had two of them! The second one was hung just below the larger one. Carol did a double take! Why the hell was she here with this, this thing? The huge alien cock pressed up against her pussy lips and eased it’s way in. She let out a gasp, it was so hot and filled her up to the hilt. She had never been fucked by something so big and couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She felt a sudden warmth fall over her and she relaxed again—more unknown powers on her?

The huge throbbing cock pumped into her tight underused pussy and stretched it fully and she was so horny she was enjoying every thrust. She was never so wet and her nipples stood up hard. Carol even held her knees back to get full penetration. She could only moan, as no words could escape her lips since the alien arrived.

She felt herself cumming hard already, her face scrunched up in relief. She felt embarrassed thinking how she wanted more of this alien. She was on her hands and knees now, her body unable to protest again and her horniness strangely making her passive.

She felt a hot liquid shoot onto her ass cheeks and drip onto her puckered asshole that had seen little activity in the anal sex area. She felt panicked but curious and horny, driven by needing to cum more. She felt one cock easily slide into her wet pussy and the other one having a life of its own pushing into her virgin ass. She willed it not to go in but it was so slippery it spread her asshole quite easily. The sensation of being full of two cocks made her moan. The alien effortlessly pumped her with both cocks, no sound coming out of his mouth or body. Carol was amazed at how good it felt to be double fucked and closed her eyes. Her body responded with another huge orgasm that seemed to never end. 

Strangely the alien somehow had known what she needed and there was no awkward banter or messy cleanup afterwards. He picked her up and placed her gently in her bed and left through the same door he arrived. Carol was definitely a believer in alternate universes now! She drifted off to sleep not even bothering to put her nightgown back on. Maybe next time her alien would bring a friend she thought with a giggle.



Tryst with Lena



Mathew Parker got home from his practice at 6:30, tired out from a day processing wills and trusts of elderly clients, dealing with gold-digger wives, and greedy heir kids from fifth marriages. The job was boring for a Harvard law grad. But it paid for the mortgage on his upper East Side condo, which gave a lovely view of the orange sun setting over Central Park.

He could smell the herbs as he walked into the door, a wonderful contrast to the sulfuric and sweaty smells of the subway. His wife, Claire, already had prepared a light meal of rosemary-encrusted Chicken over a crispy Caesar salad. Claire greeted him in the foyer still wearing her black business skirt, with a thin line running up mid thigh and simple white blouse hugging her frame. She pecked him on the cheek as he ran his hand up her neck to her brown tussle of hair, still in a loose bun.

They had only been married four years, but were very tight since their first meeting at Harvard. They likely were so warm to each other because of their working-class backgrounds. She, originally from Jersey, was training to be an secondary school teacher, while he waited tables in little Italy between classes and a clinic in Chinatown. Moving up in the world, they had their baby son, Gerrard, only one year ago. 

"I brought a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the Alto Adige region," Mathew said, looking his wife in her blue eyes, little brown tendrils of hair grazing her cheeks . "I thought we could use a little relaxation tonight before you head to your conference tomorrow. I'll get Gerry set up in his chair while you put something on a bit more comfortable."

"You'll serve me up then," Claire said through her red lips, flashing him a smile. She accentuated her neckline in a way that he noticed the cleavage from her C breasts coming from the white blouse, with top two buttons undone. She had put on a little more weight since having Gerrard, but her ivory-hued body distributed her curves in a way that was even more sexy. Slightly thicker at the hips, she could still be a model for an underwear catalog.

"Certainly, my dear," he responded after patting her shapely butt and flashing a smirk.

Mathew went for Gerrard, who was in his crib smiling with a rattle gently shaking in his hand. Mathew nuzzled his baby boy. Gerry was one of the easiest kids a parent could have, often sleeping through the night, and actually eating his food instead of throwing it around the room. Mathew set him up in his chair, served Claire and himself, and sipped his wine while giving applesauce to junior. 

Claire came out in a silky, floral robe, her hair in a ponytail, smelling of lilacs after a quick rinse of her face. They chatted about their days between feeding junior. Mathew told of promotions for several partners, while Claire talked about the upcoming three-day conference on teaching high school for students who didn't speak English as a first language. 

The couple were happy to have their nanny, Lena, come stay with them as Claire was gone. Lena, a transplant from Romania, was a freshman at NYU, and Gerrard seemed to love her. They were happy to help Lena pay for college in return for her attentiveness and good care. 

After dinner, Mathew washed the dishes as Claire put Gerry to sleep. They both sat on the couch, sipping the rest of the wine and looking out at the lights of New York as Vivaldi played in the background. 

Claire loosened her ponytail as Mathew nibbled on her ears with his lips and rest his hand on her thigh as robe parted to allow her white skin glow in the moonlight. 

"We often don't get to do this anymore," Claire said after a soft giggle. 

"I know we've been busy, hon," Mathew said. "But if I get this promotion at work then we'll be able to spend more time together. You are growing more beautiful than the day I first met you, and..."

Claire shut him off with a kiss, not wanting to waste more time. Her tongue intertwined with his as her hand snuck down and released him from his trousers. He didn't even take off his shirt as she moved to the floor and laid down in the moonlight, gazing at him as her legs flowed out from her loose robe and chest grew full of wind with excitement. 

Mathew kneeled before his bride as she put her hand between her thighs, through a patch of thin, black, curly hair and manipulated her clitoris. She smelled like tulips in the spring. He kissed the tops of her feet as she breathed, alternately kissing and caressing her calves, knees, and thighs, traveling upward until they were face-to-face.

Claire bit her lip as Mathew nestled his penis against her labia, entering slowly after she nodded directly into his eyes. She dug her heels into his back as he thrust into her hips and she pressed her lips to his, wide-open eyes looking into his. 

As the top of her robe fell to the side, Mathew could see Claire's bright pink nipples sit atop her heavy breasts. As he felt her slippery vagina squeeze, engulfing the thrusts of his penis, he cupped her left breast in his hand, tickling the nipple as his fingers gripped it's girth. 

Claire felt hot to the core as she edged her fingers between Mathew's loins and her soft rosebud. Initially, she pinched her clit and cried in wondrous pain before realizing she was about to wake the baby. She clenched her curvy thighs around his waist as she flicked her clit and whispered in his ear. 

"I love you," she said, going to savor the juicy softness of his lips as she looked at him with her dark lashes 

Mathew brushed aside the damp strands of hair from his face, kissed as his tongue probed her mouth in response. He could feel her spasming, the muscles of her vagina alternately grasping and releasing his penis as she wiggled her hips to his thrusts. He lowered his lips to graze her ear, sweat dripping off his brow as he whispered, "You are my one and only."

Claire's toes curled and her legs tensed as Mathew locked his lips around hers to keep her volume down. As electricity emanated from her warm, wet core, she pulled her hand away from her clitoris and grabbed Mathew's butt with ferocity, digging her nails in as he shot his semen into her, a flood of warmth rushing to her cervix. 

Mathew gasped with release as Claire's womanhood took in his semen, almost milking his penis after flood after flood of warmth raced through his body and into hers. Her tightening nails drew blood on his ass as their bodies tensed together in delirium.

After both their breaths returned to normal, Mathew picked up his bride and took her to the shower. Starting a slightly cool stream of water flowing down his lover's body. She shivered slightly as he held her up in his arms while he gently soaped her hair and massaged her head. The ivory color of her skin glistened under a lather of soap as he whispered in her ear, "I love you."

After rinsing and toweling off, Claire and Mathew snuggled in bed, catching a fit of sleep before kissing goodbye at 6 am the next day so that she could catch the flight to her conference. Mathew knew it was a short time away, but that he would be waiting on edge for his lover to return home. The slight tingling in his crotch from the previous night persisted.

Such a shame that he had to go to work....

Lena dropped by later that morning to check in with Mathew before he returned to his practice. She was wearing a simple pink summer dress with spaghetti-straps over her shoulder, her straight shoulder-length reddish hair put up in chopsticks. 

"Mr. Parker, you look like you are fatigued," Lena said. "I bet you miss your wife, but work will keep your mind busy. I can clean the house while you are gone"

Thank you Lena," Mathew said. "I really appreciate you're being available to take care of Gerry. I left two hundred dollars on the kitchen counter so you could pick up a few things at the grocery store and get Gerry out of the house. I left a list, but you should have a little left over if you want something special for yourself."

"Oh, Mr. Parker, you are too kind," Lena smiled back as she bounced on her muscular legs. "I will be sure that Gerry is ready for bed and prepare a meal for when you get home." 

"Your very sweet," Mathew said. "Thanks again, and I'll see you when I get back." 

Mathew took off work early, having not slept much the night before. When getting home around 5pm, he could smell the sizzle of garlic, artichoke, and white wine blending with chicken. 

"Mr. Parker, welcome home!" said Lena, running out with her bare feet. "I prepared you a sumptuous meal." 

Mathew blushed, having noticed Lena looked rather pretty, cheeks slightly flushed as she stood in her pink dress, her crimson hair was in a bit of a mess. Her smooth, long legs made her look taller than her 5'6" frame, and a peach shade of lipstick contrasted with her slightly tan skin. 

"Let me just check on Gerry," he said. "I know you're only 19, but we could open a Riesling that would probably be delightful with your meal. You don't have to be anywhere, do you?

"I would like that very much," Lena said with her cute accent. "I will prepare a dish for you." 

Mathew loved his wife, but had to admit to the sexual tension with Lena. He had been a one-woman man for so long that he felt he needed to try someone as giddy, lively, as...

"You've just got to be a gentleman," Mathew whispered to himself. "You've got a beautiful wife whom you love very much and cannot give in to some boyish urge to explore a sugar daddy fantasy." He picked up Gerry and kissed his son on the forehead. Gerry in turn gave a smile to his father. Dad carried him out to the table and put him at his chair. 

"Please sit down, Mr. Parker" urged Lena. "Your food will get cold. I prepared special dumplings that my family taught me to make with cream reductions."

Lena wore a golden necklace bearing a heart charm. The charm, with little quartz embedded, lay in her slight, tanned cleavage, which, though smaller than Claire's, looked much more firm. 

"This looks lovely, Lena," Mathew said. "I'll have to give you a little time off tomorrow for the extra effort. It will be Saturday after all. I'm sure you'll want to go to the clubs."

"I enjoy making you comfortable," Lena said after she fed Gerry a spoonful of orange puree. "Perhaps we could just take a walk in the park and we could check up on the free jazz later in the afternoon. Music is good for the baby, so we could bring Gerry to join us. I'm usually afraid to go there alone."

Mathew, Lena, and Gerrard took in the wonderful meal, sipping wine with the garlicy, artichoke feast before them. Lena talked about her home country's customs for Sunday dinners, while Mathew talked to her about the challenges of law school as a 23-year-old. 

"You still look rather young for being 30," Lena said with a wink, giggling softly, admitting to being a bit tipsy.

"I think it's the wine and my affinity for being around attractive women that helps," Mathew responded.

Gerrard, unlike most nights, broke the conversation at the end of the meal after eating too fast.

"Don't worry at all Mr. Parker," Lena assured him as she got up, giving him a sneak glance of or breasts as her neckline went down. "I will take care of everything. Just go and relax with your newspaper. I'll get Gerry ready for bed."

After he watched her dash off, with the hem of her dress dancing at her legs, Mathew picked up the table and started loading the dishwasher. He always liked to see Lena's expression after she discovered a male doing "women's work." He was happy to hear Gerry was quieting down, and admitted that he was feeling a little tipsy himself. He didn't notice the slick of olive oil on the floor, only yelling as his bare feet slid out from under him....

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Mathew opened his eyes to see Lena teared up, a face flush with worry as her breasts hung down in the top of her dress. At least he could see clearly despite the pain in his head.

"Oh Mr. Parker, I am so sorry," she said dabbing a goose egg on his head with a cold damp cloth. "I spent most of the day cooking and must have missed that area of the floor when cleaning up. Are you okay?"

"Well, I just got a little smack on the head, but there's only a little pain, "Mathew said. "Just need to lie down for a bit. I'm not bleeding am I? I wouldn't want to create more of a mess for you." 

At this, Lena's lips curled into a wry smile, but she still had a bit of worry in her eyes. She gradually helped him up, making quick "shushing" noises if Mathew went too quickly. Mathew gazed into her green eyes, eyebrows scrunched in worry as her hair was put up in a clip. 

They made it over to his bedroom, where Lena helped him lie back down after taking some Ibuprofen, maneuvering a pillow to prop his knees up and straighten up his back. By know she had stopped crying, and was beginning to unbutton his shirt and unfasten his pants. She gazed at him eyes, flush cheeks on her tan face, wisping away some strands of red hair as she sat on her feet. The cotton of her pink summer dress was ruffled from all the commotion.

"Lena, honey, you're gorgeous, but I am a married man and this is getting to be a little awkward," Mathew said. "I think I just need a good sleep to get back into feeling better. I look forward to hanging out with you tomorrow though."

A worried look returned to Lena's face. "You will send for me if you need anything?" she said. "I just want to make you feel comfortable."

"It's all right, we all just need a good sleep," he responded.

"I will check in on you later to see if you need anything," Lena said. "Good night, Mr. Parker."

"Good night, Lena," Mathew said.

She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before briskly walking out of the room. 

Though Mathew had thoughts racing through his head about the beautiful girl staying in his condo, his lovely wife, the bump on his head, work, and Gerrard, he drifted off as the clock hit 11:00 pm. The sleep consumed him.

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The sun filled up his bedroom as Mathew awakened -unplanned- to his alarm clock at 6 am. He wandered over to Gerry to find that his little boy, though quiet, still needed to learn potty training. Mathew thought about waking Lena, but decided to change the boy himself. After cleaning up Gerrard, Mathew put on his terry cloth robe, and he found that his son still wanted to sleep some more. 

The scent of French roast filled the air as Mathew picked up his newspaper at began the crossword puzzle. At about a half hour after waking, Lena stumbled out of the guest room, still wearing her pink summer dress. Though a little disheveled, she still looked stunning with her hair up in a clip. She grabbed some coffee, perching next to Mathew on the couch, putting her legs sideways so that her feet settled beneath her butt.

"I'm sorry if you felt awkward about last night and letting you fall, Mr. Parker" Lena said in a groggy, but sultry voice that came through slightly pouting pink lips. 

"There's no need to be sorry," Mathew said. "I understand, you are a very attractive girl. Let's just forget about it and move on."

After setting down her coffee, Lena reach over and began to caress Mathew's thighs through his robe. 

"Lena, I..."

Lena silenced Mathew with her lips locking to his, her tongue gently parted her lips as a tingling started between her thighs. 

Mathew's inhibition towards cheating on his wife was melting fast. He took Lena almost forcefully by the shoulders to stop their embrace. He looked directly in her green eyes, her cheeks flushed and lips pursed. The tendril of hair trailing across her youthful, yearning face was too much for him. He needed her now. He now put his lips to hers, caressing her tongue with his as his shaft grew harder. 

Lena responded by straddling his waist, her dress inching up her thighs, positioned on both sides of his now nude hips as he put his face between her breasts. He pulled down the thin straps of her dress on her shoulders, the collar bone contrasting with the gentle slope of the top of her breast. Mathew rested his hands on her curled feet, taking in the roundness of her ass as she perched upon him.

Lena's nipples popped out from her dress, forming little peaks on the handful-sized globes of her breasts. Mathew edged his face forward to bite at them softly and lick them with his tongue before sucking at them with his lips. A blushing Lena began to gyrate her hips as she bit her lower lip, her head back and her eyes closed with the fulfillment of a long-burning need.

"I need to have you inside of me," Lena said hoarsely as she looked back at Mathew.

She lifted the hem of her dress to her trim abs, waiting for Mathew to make his move.

He knew this was the point of no return if he wanted to remain faithful to his wife. But something inside, or rather sitting on his lap, made Mathew decide that this was not an experience he should cast aside. A beautiful, 19-year-old, red-haired beauty from Romania was asking him for his cock, and he had to oblige. The fragrance of her sweat and sex hung around and seduced him, making his mouth water.

Mathew pulled aside Lena's yellow cotton panties as he put the tip of his penis at her mound. The pink lips of her slit already wet, waiting in anticipation under a tuft of red fur. She gasped out as she slid slowly down his cock as he buried his face in her breasts.

Lena's grip around Mathew's cock was tighter that when Claire first had sex with him. The heat of her pussy spread in his pelvis as she began to gyrate her hips and he met her with his thrusts. 

Lena herself felt tingling sensations throughout her body, starting in the pit of her stomach and jolting to her nipples, her thighs, and residing in her toes. She panted as Mathew's thrusts grew more frequent, edging from the tip of his wide penis and rushing toward her cervix in a vortex of pleasure that almost hurt. She tussled his hair with her hands as she lowered herself and kissed him passionately on the lips, sweat dripping from her brow onto his face. 

Mathew let his hands caress Lena's ass cheeks as she continued to ride. His fingers slid inside her panties as they parted her crack. As she slowed her rising and falling, his middle finger touched her anus, rubbing in circles as she clenched her thighs together and her pussy gripped Mathew's cock. 

As Lena felt a rush of sensation engulf her entire pelvis, she gently manipulated her clitoris. Her body convulsed as she screamed out in ecstasy, her entire love canal becoming a vice on Mathew's penis. With heat from both their bodies creating steam on the windows, Mathew felt the common sensation in his balls, reminding him that he has about to release. 

"Inside me, it is fine," Lena whispered in his ear before he looked directly in her green eyes, noticing that she was licking her salty lips. 

A stream of cum flowed from Mathew's penis into Lena's womb, the spurts of semen causing spasms in her inner wall. She kissed him on the lips as she took everything into her womenhood. She continued to swirl her hips seductively as he emptied his balls inside of her. 

After they both stopped convulsing, Lena got off Mathew's lap and sat beside him, opening a view of her panties half-covering her ravaged pussy. As Mathew's seed began to drain from her flush pussy, she put a hand underneath, collecting the goo before putting it to her lips and tasting it.

Mathew looked incredulously at his penis as it rose slightly at the sight of Lena eating their sex. She immediately knelt before him, cum still dripping out of her panties. She readjusted the straps of her dress so that they once again lie on her shoulders. Her previously exposed breasts were now seductively straining against the cotton, accentuating her cleavage. 




Tryst with Lena



"I am on a pill," Lena said. "So don't worry at all, Mr. Parker."

Lena then grabbed his cock in her hands, gently rubbing it along the shaft and tickling the corona as Mathew enjoyed the view before him. Lena's eyes had mischief in them as she licked her lips, bouncing on her hips as her dress draped across her thighs. 

She knelt forward as her pink lips wrapped around the head of Mathew's penis, sending heat to its base and causing a stirring in his loins. 

Lena slid her tongue on the underside of the shaft as Mathew began to thrust lightly, watching the red-head bob up and down as she looked up at him. She only took about 2½ of his 8 inches into her mouth. But her strong sucking and expert use of her teeth had Mathew feeling spasms once again collecting in his balls.

Lena took her right hand and began to rub through her soaked panties, closing her eyes as she continued to suck. Mathew's cum and her own lubrication were still enveloping her pussy lips, still tender from sex. She felt an explosion rising within her, and her legs began to shudder as she hummed with her orgasm on Mathew's shaft. 

Mathew spurted forth his cum as she hummed, Lena swallowing it before having to release to get air in gasping breaths. His cum rained over his stomach and wet the couch as both Lena and Mathew found themselves having to catch their breath.

Mathew then picked up Lena and rested her on the couch, beside him. They spooned as the smell of their sex filled the air, and the birds chirped their song outside the window as sunlight poked through.

As Gerry started crying for a meal, Lena pecked Mr. Parker on the lips before setting his son in his chair to get some breakfast. Mr. Parker readjusted his robe and fried up some eggs as Lena slipped into a comfy plaid buttondown nightshirt that hovered about mid-thigh. 

After arranging their breakfast next to Gerrard, Mathew grasped Lena around the waist, taking her in for a hug.

"Honey, I really needed that with my wife gone," replied Mathew. "I suppose I can have three loves in my life. Consider your college tuition paid for. But we must keep this our secret."

"You were my first, Mr. Parker, Lena said. "But you will probably not be my last. I really like you a lot, so sexy. That's why I need someone with a small bit more experience to help me understand sex."

"Wow, I'm the first?" Mathew said. "It was my honor. I really want to be there for you. But you'll find a man of your own. A really lucky man."

Lena kissed him, looked at him with her green eyes, and nodded with a grin. 

"I will not and cannot take the place of Mrs. Parker," Lena said. "I want to have a relaxing weekend with you. I think I will always have care about you though."

Gerry gurgled some food and laughed.

"And I you, hon," Mathew said. "We still got tomorrow, and we can take Gerry for a walk later and then I could practice with you more."

"I'd like that, Mr. Parker," she said.



Tryst with my Angel's Daughter



Many years ago when I was working in Africa I had a lovely Chinese friend with whom I spent lovely times. Those were good 4 years and we were both very sad to separate. But my family compulsions did not allow me to renew my contract and I had to return home to India.

Alice is a wonderful woman, small in size and a bundle of joy when we were together. I was more or less in touch with her through emails and she let me know what she was up to from time to time. She worked for a tour operator taking Chinese clients from China on African safaris.

One day, two years ago, I received an email stating that her daughter, Kerry, was on her way to China to visit her grand-parents and would like to stop over in India to visit a few places, including the Taj Mahal in Agra. She asked if I would show her around if it wasn't an imposition.

I replied immediately asking Kerry's itinerary and assured Alice it was no trouble.

Kerry was all of 10 when I last saw her, and two years back she was nearly 20. Twelve years had passed since I left Africa and settled in my native place. 

I was no longer working and had settled with my family on a farmland. I had enough savings and a bit of earnings from my farmland to make do comfortably. There was not much demand on my time. My wife, of course, knew all about Alice. Not the intimate relations I had with her, but that she was a good friend. Whenever my wife spent a few months every year with me in Africa Alice's family and mine would meet socially over meals. Kerry was also known to my wife.

Soon it was time for me to receive Kerry in Delhi. Her itinerary included Jaipur along with Agra. I reached Delhi the night before the day her flight was to land. I booked myself a room in a hotel not far from the airport and booked another one for Kerry. Her flight came in at around noon and I was there to receive her as she came out of the arrival hall after an hour or so. 

I was stunned. What happened to that little girl in pigtails? Here she was, a complete younger copy of her mother. She saw me and immediately recognized me. She rushed to meet me and gave a tight hug and said, "I'm so happy to see you, Uncle."

"So am I, sweetheart," I replied returning her hug and adding, "For a moment I thought it was Alice standing there."

"I bet," she cheekily replied with a mischievous smile and twinkle in her eyes.

As we drove to the hotel I asked about her parents and we made small talk. 

"You know Dad, not much fun to be with. Always serious and always busy with his work. Mother is something else. I wish I would be like her when I'm her age."

I looked her over and said, "Not bad. You look so like your mother. She is a lovely woman and has enriched my life in many ways."

"Uncle, I'm here for exactly 4 days. Make my stay memorable so I can tell my kids that you enriched my life!"

I laughed, "Barely out of your pampers and already thinking of kids of your own! Don't worry; Taj Mahal will be an enriching experience."

At the hotel her bags were taken to her room across the corridor from mine, which she said looked very comfortable. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat but said she had eaten on the flight. I told her to rest and that we would be leaving for Agra early the next morning. 

I retired to my room, changed into something comfortable and settled down with a book. Soon there was a knock on the door and there Kerry stood in her red Chinese pajama top and bottom. I had a sense of déjà vu when I saw her. She gave me a hug as she came in. I returned her hug and felt her breasts, bare under her top, against my chest. It just hit me with shock that she probably had nothing under her pajama bottom also.

"I don't feel like sleeping and I can rest here. Why did you book me a separate room? You said we'll be leaving early tomorrow," and she plonked on my bed.

I turned to sit on the chair but she objected and patted the bed. I sat there, very conscious of a sparsely clad little nymph sitting nearby. We sat crossed legged as we talked of the times we spent in Africa. I was a little surprised that she remembered quite a few things from her childhood.

As we talked she said suddenly in a very child like voice, "Can I ask you something? Promise you will not get annoyed."

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Why should I be annoyed?"

"Did you like my mother?"

Of course, I still like your mother. She is a great friend."

"No, no, I did not mean that way. Did you really like her....you know...in a man-woman way." She looked at me but I could not read what was in them.

"Now, sweetheart, you should not be asking about such things and I am definitely not going to answer."

"You know, Uncle, your refusal itself answers my question."

"Kerry," I said sternly, "There is no answer to your question. Your mother was and is a good friend. Period."

She went into a long monologue, and I kept on listening unbelievingly.

"I asked my mother the same thing and she very much reacted in the same way you did. Do you remember you used to take us out on drives and for lunches? I always saw my mother very happy after these outings. I was, of course, too young to understand. Then I started noticing that on certain days she would be humming and singing while doing her chores about the house. She used to have a mysterious smile and that made me happy, as well. You know Dad. He never had much time for us. I could see what Mum was like around him. She was not very happy.

"Then I started noticing that whenever she returned home late some evenings, she would be very happy and flitted around the house humming. Other evenings would be normal but she generally started to look and feel better. When we used to be together I started noticing how you paid attention to her and many times I spied you holding hands. Those were the days when I saw Mum the happiest."

She looked at me with such tenderness in her eyes and said, "Uncle, you were the man who made my Mum so happy, when it should have been my father. You know, when I was 10, I once saw you hugging her and then you gave her a kiss. Mum put her arms around you and gave a tight hug. I should have felt bad about Mum doing that but I was happy because Mum was happy. When you left she was sad for a few days but I saw later she was as happy as before. Humming and singing about the house. I started noticing that she was happier after spending some time on the net. I realized it was probably an email from you that had her prancing about."

She looked up at me and had tears in her eyes. "Thanks for bringing such happiness to her."

She spread her arms asking for a hug. I moved closer to her till our crossed legs touched, spread my arms to hug her, and pulled her towards me. She moved into my embrace and was practically straddling my lap. I straightened my legs and hugged her. She put her head into the crook of my neck and her tears flowed silently. I patted her back and started to rub it from her neck downwards and back. Soon her crying subsided. She sniffed, looked up into my eyes, tears on her cheeks. I kissed the tears from her cheeks. She gave a weak smile and kissed me on my cheek in return. Still holding me she got off me and pulled me down till both of us were lying down next to each other.

She put her head on my shoulder, moved one leg over my hip, snuggled closer, closed her eyes and was soon asleep in my arms. I hugged her tight, caressed her back a few times and she whimpered and sighed. Soon I too was asleep.

******

When I woke up it was around 6pm. We had been sleeping for nearly 3 hours. She was still entwined in my arms and her breathing was soft and silent. I felt the urge to take a piss. I quietly disentangled myself from her embrace and she protested in her sleep.

When I came out I saw her stretching and yawning. Her pajama top moved up, baring her flat midriff. Her pajama bottom moved slightly down exposing the top of her sparse pubic hair. She saw me standing in the door of the bathroom and gave me a smile. I smiled back and asked her if she wanted tea or coffee. She yawned and stretched and said, "Coffee please, Uncle."

While room service was bringing coffee I asked her if she was interested in seeing the city. She agreed and went to her room across the corridor to change. She arrived with the coffee and we had it sitting, side by side, on the sofa. She put her right arm through my left as she held the coffee in her left hand. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed.

We left after coffee and returned in time for dinner. She said she was famished and we went straight to the restaurant. After we finished we asked for coffee to be served in my room. With coffee over she went to her room but was soon back after changing into her pajama top and bottom.

I looked at her and she said, "I'm sleeping right here, Uncle. Don't expect me to sleep alone in an alien place." 

I sighed and said, "OK, sweetheart. But I warn you, I might snore!"

"And I might kick you," she chuckled.

We settled down and she said, "Shall we continue from where we left this afternoon, or are you going to be evasive as before?"

"What do you mean, young lady," I countered.

"OK, did you love Mum?"

"Of course, I did, as I would any good friend."

"That's not what I mean. You're being evasive."

"Sweetheart, why don't you give up this line of enquiry? Tell me about yourself. How many hearts have you broken?"

"Don't worry, Uncle. I've 4 days to make you admit you were in love with Mum," she added with a smile. 

Then we got down to less dangerous topics and soon it was time to sleep, if we were to leave early the next morning.

We used the bathroom by turns. I changed into my shorts and a T-shirt and we were soon ready to switch off the lights. 

"Leave the bedside lamp on, please," she said. I left the one on her side lit and switched off all the others.

Soon she put her head on my shoulder and her leg across my hip. She hugged me as she did in the afternoon and settled down. I put my arm around her and rested my palm on her back. She sighed as I rubbed her back. She looked up into my eyes and held my gaze while I rubbed her back. She readjusted herself and her crotch came snuggly onto my thigh. I could feel the slight heat her crotch radiated through her pajamas on my bare thigh.

She held my gaze while she pushed subtly with her crotch. I moved my hand lower till it was resting low on her lower back. I rubbed in a circular motion. The circular movement of my hand brought it on her ass and I was now feeling and squeezing her ass softly. I was right. She was bare under her pajama bottom. She moaned, raised her head and touched my lips with hers. She moved her head back and looked at me. I smiled at her and she brought her lips back and kissed me. I probed her lips with my tongue and she opened her lips to allow my tongue to enter her mouth.

Our tongues touched and probed each other. She was moaning into my mouth. I moved my hand from her ass and moved up under her pajama top onto her bare back. I could feel her tremble. I broke our kiss and said, "Are you comfortable, baby? Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head and whispered, "I feel safe with you."

I rubbed her bare back while we resumed our kissing. She was moaning softly. I moved my hand to her front just below her pert little breasts without touching them. I rubbed the area of her upper midriff and she hugged me tighter. I moved slightly back and gently pushed her onto her back, breaking contact of my thigh with her crotch. I removed my hand from under her top and moved to unbutton it. She held my gaze, just as her mother did when I unbuttoned her top all those many years ago.

Soon her small and lovely breasts lay bare in front of me. I put my hands behind her back, raised her a little and removed her top. This was a lovely specimen of young womanhood. Small pert breasts with nipples taut and upright. I pinched her right nipple softly between my fingers and rubbed it. She whimpered and started to rub her thighs and legs together.

I lowered my mouth to her right nipple and sucked it. I tugged it erect and bit it softly. She continued moaning as I tongued and bit her nipple, while my left hand was on her other breast softly palming and squeezing it. I paid equal attention to both her breasts with my mouth and hand. Soon I had her writhing in throes of passion. She was rubbing her thighs together. 

I moved my right hand down over her flat tummy and reached the elastic band of her pajama bottom. I moved my hand over it to her mound. My fingers forced her thighs apart and I cupped her mound softly and then squeezed it. She moaned loudly and trapped my hand between her thighs. I could feel her wetness against my palm. I pulled my hand away and she protested by whimpering. I moved my hand up and put my fingers beneath the elastic band and touched her fur. She froze. I looked up and saw her looking at me. I looked back and moved my hand softly on her fur till I reached the top of her bare mound. She clutched my hand and gazed at me for a few moments. I smiled at her and whispered, "Do you want me to stop, baby doll?" 

Her eyes held mine; she sighed and removed her hand, freeing mine to do as I wished. "It's OK, sweetheart. Let me know if you feel uncomfortable," I said

My mouth moved back to her breasts and my hand cupped her bare mound. I squeezed it softly and traced my middle finger lightly along her pussy slit without trying to penetrate. I paid homage to her breasts while I continuously rubbed my finger along her slit. Her ass squirmed as she got more and more aroused. Her eyes were closed and she moaned softly as she experienced new sensations never felt before. 

I raised my mouth and moved my hand from inside her pajama bottom. She whispered, "No...." and opened her eyes to see what has happening. I shifted towards her legs, made eye contact with her, put my hands on her hips, hooked my fingers in the elastic band, and slowly pulled her pajama down. She hesitated a bit, then raised her ass to assist me remove her pajama. Soon my beautiful nymph was lying naked on my bed. Her beauty took my breath away. Fragile as jade, pale yellow against the green bed sheet, I wanted to keep on looking at her. I moved up and kissed her and our tongues were soon licking each other. My hardness was against her thighs the bulbous top just at her pussy lips. She moaned into my mouth as I mashed her lips, bit them, and squeezed her breasts with my hands. I tugged, pulled and pinched both her nipples and she moaned louder.

I moved my mouth lower, spent some time with her breasts and moved further down towards her most precious part and as my mouth neared her pussy lips, she squeezed her legs together and put a hand on my head. It took my two hands to pry her thighs apart and I moved between them. My mouth was above her pussy lips and I looked up at her. Her eyes locked on mine. I said, "Tell me if it disturbs you, sweetheart. I only want you to enjoy." I waited for her to respond. 

She kept on looking at me for a long time, and then barely whispered, "OK."

I covered her beautiful pussy lips with my mouth and sucked them. I traced my tongue along her slit and she mouthed, "Oooh!" I increased tongue pressure and lapped her slit from top to bottom and bottom to top. She kept on moaning softly, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh," in rhythm with my tongue licking. While continuing I started to rub my thumb on her clit, which was peeking out of its sheath. It was so sensitive that she screamed and raised her ass off the bed. I held her clit between my forefinger and thumb and softly rubbed it. She kept on squirming and moaned continuously. Suddenly she screamed and orgasmed big time. 

I kept on lapping her and softly thumbing her clit. She became wetter and wetter as I increased my ministrations and orgasmed a number of times, each time screaming with pleasure. I moved up and took her in my arms and hugged and kissed her. "Are you OK, baby?" I asked. She opened her eyes, gave a weak smile and nodded. I held her for some time and then slowly took her hand to the waist band of my shorts, indicating she undress me. Her eyes went to the tented portion of my shorts where my cock was demanding attention. 

She looked at me and I nodded. With trembling fingers she hooked on to the elastic band. I raised my hips and she pulled them down. She stared at my erection as she saw a fully aroused cock for the first time. I took her hand and wrapped it around its circumference. Her small hands could barely encircle half the thickness. She froze at the touch but did not remove her hand when I removed mine from hers. I kissed her fiercely and she responded in kind. 

"Move your hand along its length, sweetheart," I whispered to her. She did it slowly and an electric current went through my cock. Then slowly with confidence her strokes increased in speed and length. We continued kissing while she kept on stroking me. 

I put my middle finger on her pussy slit and slowly pushed inside. She stopped and looked into my eyes when she sensed my finger just enter her hole. I pushed in a little bit and she bit her lower lip. I smiled at her and slowly moved my finger in and out. She visibly relaxed after some time as she got used to my finger. I moved my finger in until I felt her hymen. I slowly pulled out my finger and started to kiss her again. She relaxed in my arms and I put my finger in again, and brushed it against her sensitive spot by hooking my finger. The sensation was so intense that she screamed and her ass jumped up. She was trembling slightly as I held her and kissed her and soothed her.

In all this she still held on to my cock. I was desperate for release but wanted her to enjoy more than I did. I looked into her eyes and said softly, "Kiss my cock, baby doll." I nodded and slightly held her head and pushed it towards my cock. I lay down as she put her head on my stomach and stared at my cock. My hand was still on her head but I let her take her time. My other hand was on her ass and I slowly massaged it. I caressed her head softly and she was whimpering as I moved my finger up and down along her ass crack. She raised her head, turned it to look at me, saw nothing but love for her in my eyes, turned back and kissed the top of my cock. 

I patted her head and whispered, "Put it in your mouth, my love." 

She opened her mouth and put the bulbous top in her mouth. "Lick it with your tongue, baby."

She tentatively licked and soon with my encouragement she was licking and sucking my cock, moving it in and out of her mouth. In no time I was ready to come. I wanted her to drink my load, but not without her consent. "I'm ready, baby doll. Will you let me come in your mouth?" She stopped for a while, and then increased her movements. I stopped her for a moment, got her to lie down on her back and straddled her chest, but my weight on my knees. I slowly pushed my cock into her mouth. Trusting me completely, she opened her mouth and took my cock in. I slowly made love to her mouth. It was so sensuous. I made sure she did not gag. She held my gaze all the time I was loving her mouth. Soon I was ready to unload and said, "Now, baby. Drink it all in."

I spurted with a force I never knew I had. She gulped as fast as she could and then when it was over, licked and cleaned my cock. I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. We kissed and let our tongues enjoy each other. 

Soon we fell asleep. 

******

When the alarm went off we were still holding each other in our sleep. My hard cock was stiff against her stomach. I kissed her awake and she opened her eyes and protested. She felt something against her and looked down to see me hard against her. She held it with her hands and looked up at me and smiled. 

I kissed her while she stroked me. I knew if we got going we would be late starting. I slapped her ass and said, "Wait for tonight, my love. If you wish to, you can have it all you want. Now we must get ready to leave." She pouted in disagreement, but let go and took the first turn in the bathroom.




Tryst with my Angel's Daughter



Soon we were ready and I phoned the desk to have our luggage picked up. We chatted as we drove to Agra. 

"Are you OK, baby? Any regrets?"

She took my hand in both of hers and said, "Thanks for everything, Uncle. I never realized it could be so intense and fulfilling."

"After what we did together, don't you think you should stop calling me 'Uncle'?" I asked.

"I have always thought of you as my Mum's good friend and in my mind you will always be 'Uncle'. Please don't stop me from calling you that," she said pleadingly, adding "It brings back all the good memories of my childhood and how my Mum was always happy after seeing you." 

"How do you know it was me she was happy seeing?"

"I may have been 10 but one day when she was humming and singing, flitting about the house, I asked her, 'Did you meet Uncle today?' She stopped what she was doing, looked at me and said, 'What do you mean little one?' I said, 'You seem very happy and it always happens when you have met him.' My Mum looked shocked but said, 'Yes, I met him today. He's a very nice friend.' And I said, 'Yes Mama, I like him too.'"

Saying this Kerry squeezed my hand and kissed it. 

"On my 18th birthday, my father wasn't around and I was adamant with my mother that I wanted her to get me a cake. She was busy writing, and I thought she was doing her accounts or something. She slammed the book shut and drove out for the cake. I thought I should straighten up her table in compensation for making her go. As I was clearing some paper I saw that the book she was writing in was in fact a diary."

She paused, looked at me, and smiled. "It was very difficult for me to stop myself from reading her diary. Temptation took over and I flipped the book open. What I read was, 'I am so blessed to have a friend like him. Today, he made me feel a complete woman. So loving, so respectful, and always giving.' I was stunned. I flipped a few pages more and read, 'I am so sated today. His wants are always secondary to him. I always come first. I just love him.' The more I read, the more I was intrigued. I flipped more pages and I came to this entry. It said, 'I shocked him today when I said I hope my daughter finds someone as wonderful as him to teach her how wonderful sex can be.' I knew in my heart it could only have been you."

I was shocked to learn Kerry knew about this. "You should not have read the diary, baby doll," I said.

"I was shocked to learn that I was correct in assuming you and Mum had had an affair. But at the same time I was happy that you brought so much happiness into her life. I never said anything to Mum and the secret rested with me. Till the other day."

"What do you mean, sweetheart? Whom have you told this to?"

She laughed at my worrisome expression and said, "Silly Uncle! Why would I tell anyone? When Mum came to see me off at the airport, she hugged me and told me to take care and enjoy my trip. I hugged her back and said, 'I need to confess something. I read your diary once.' Mum was shocked and looked at me with fear in her eyes. 'Mum, there is nothing to worry. But tell me, if I can't find someone as wonderful as him to teach me, can I have him instead?' Her eyes popped out and she sighed, 'Oh my baby' and hugged me and kissed me. I hugged her back. Then she said with resolve, 'Look my darling, I am not ashamed of anything I have done. He is the only person I betrayed your father with, but I do not feel guilty about it.'"

I had nothing to say and drove along quietly. When silence became too uncomfortable for her she said, "Are you annoyed with me, Uncle? Are you annoyed that I planned to make you love me?"

I relented and said, "No, my darling. You are lovely girl and so is your mother. You are you and Alice is Alice. I only hope you will not be disappointed after all this is over."

"Oh no!" she said, "Up till now, I have enjoyed every moment."

We booked into the hotel on reaching Agra and she insisted we take only one room. It was a little awkward but we finally managed it. We freshened up but she wouldn't leave unless we had a vigorous kissing session. We fell on the bed, kissed and pawed till we were out of breath. A little more and we would have missed seeing the Taj. We drove till we reached the point where we had to park our cars and take the approved battery run vehicles. This is to control pollution in the air.

We spent quite some time going around the huge grounds with well manicured gardens. Kerry clicked dozens of snaps for keepsake. We were tired but on the way stopped at a lovely little restaurant for lunch. It was late afternoon when we reached our hotel.

We were tired, but not that tired. Soon we were continuing from where we left off. We were now on the bed, completely naked, our limbs entwined and our lips glued to each other. Soon her breasts were raw with rough use, her nipples erect to the point of being painful, and her clit demanding attention. My lips did not keep it waiting and she was, soon, writhing on the bed and screaming with release. She came and came again when my attention to her clit and pussy never wavered. I rose and led my cock to her mouth. It was stiff, asking to be released. I made tender love to her mouth while she cupped my balls and squeezed them softly. I could not hold on any longer and spurted into her mouth. She swallowed it all in and licked me clean. 

Spent and tired we fell into each others arms. We kissed each other tenderly, smiled at each other, and rested. 

After a few minutes she started working on getting my cock ready for more action. I fingered her, kissed and sucked her breasts and nipples, and got her aroused, as well. When I was stiff and proud she whispered into my ears, "Uncle, please make love to me," and blushed furiously. Her eyes closed tight, she wouldn't open them to look at me. "Are you sure, baby, that this is what you want?" She blushed more and nodded.

I moved down and started tonguing her pussy and playing with her clit. She was wet and moaning. I knew she was as ready as she would be. I bent towards my toilet bag and pulled out a packet of condom. I ripped it open and was going to roll it on when she said, "No need for that, Uncle, I am on pills." That was a shocker for me! The little nymph talking of being on pills!

"Are you sure, baby? I don't want you in trouble."

"Of course, Uncle, I had some menstrual problems and mum took me to a gynae a few months back. She put me on it."

I put the rubber aside, and got between her thighs. She was lying down, looking at me with a mysterious smile, while I lifted and pushed her knees against her chest. She opened wide and I brought the tip of my cock to her opening. A scared look flitted across her features but held my eyes. I pushed a bit till my tip entered slightly but not causing any discomfort. I pushed further and felt tightness around my cock. She winced and tensed, and I stopped. She kept on looking at me with trust as I further pushed in till I met the resistance. She was discomforted but held my gaze on bravely. I moved my cock a bit in and out facilitating lubrication and plunged in. She cried out in pain and I stopped all movement and bent down to lick her tears and cheeks. 

When she relaxed I started pumping in and out slowly and soon she started to respond. She was getting wetter and this smoothened my progress. I was making tender love to this sweet little girl who had flowered into a lovely woman. While pushing in I rubbed against her clit and it got stimulated. This continuous stimulation had her orgasming again and again and she was shaking her head from side to side in throes of passion.

I reached a point where I needed release and said, "I'm ready baby, do you want me to come in you or what?" She just crossed her legs behind my ass and squeezed tight. I let my self go and spurted in her while pumping furiously. She came too and screamed with pleasure. I waited till I was soft and pulled out.

I took her in my arms and kissed and cuddled her. 

"Are you OK, my sweet?"

"That was awesome, Uncle."

We stayed that way for a long time and then I excused myself to visit the bathroom. 

When I returned Kerry was on the phone talking in Chinese. After about 5 minutes she handed the phone to me and mouthed 'Mum' and went to the bathroom.

I said, "Hi! Alice. How are you, my Angel?"

"I'm fine, my dear. Kerry told me what happened and thanks for taking care of her."

"You're not annoyed that it was your daughter I made love to?"

"Who better than you, my love,"

"Alice, it was good you put her on pills. At least she will be safe."

"What did you say? Who is on pills?"

"Why, Kerry said you took her to a gynae who put her on birth control pills."

"No!" a near shout came all the way from Africa, "she's not on any pill. What has she done! Let me talk to her."

I knocked on the bathroom door and Kerry came out. I handed the phone over. 

For the next 5 minutes all I heard was silence except for Kerry's very subdued, "I'm very sorry, Mama," and later, "I'll do whatever he says." Kerry spoke for a while in Chinese, which of course, I didn't understand. But I, too, was very annoyed with her. 

She handed the phone back to me and sat on the bed lowering her head. I spoke into the phone and heard Alice say, "Oh my God! This girl thought not using the protection would be fun. What is done is done, my darling. I only hope no harm comes of it. We will only know later. Please take care of her. Knowing you, I'm relieved she is in good hands and you will make sure she enjoys your company. She says you have made her very happy. Love you, baby."

I kept looking down at Kerry with her lowered head without saying anything. She was nervous and on the verge of crying. She looked up and saw anger in my eyes and the tears started to drop. Then in a small voice she said, "I'm very sorry, Uncle," and started sobbing. I thought what is done cannot be undone and so sat beside her and held her to me. I pulled her up the bed and we lay quietly next to each other. She clung to me and sobbed. I held her in a loving embrace till her tears dried up. 

I caressed her back and said, "You are going to be punished, so you do not repeat such a thing again. Is it clear?" She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. She just nodded. I moved to the headboard and sat with my legs straight out, pulled her across my lap on her stomach, her crotch right on top of my cock, with her bare sweet ass looking up at me. She lay quietly with her head turned towards me. I slightly spread her legs. I held her gaze and gave a sharp hard slap on her right ass cheek. The sound was loud in the room and so was her shriek. She started sobbing and her ass cheek turned red. 

"Please, Uncle. No more. It hurts. I promise to behave always." 

"Do you know how much you hurt me? How much you hurt your mother? Do you know what can happen? I said you will be punished, and that's that. 5 on each side."

I gave her another slap on the other cheek and she sobbed louder than before. It turned red too and I caressed the reddened cheek. It became warm to my touch. I gave her 2 more on each side rapidly and her sobbing was heart rending. I caressed both her ass cheeks till her sobbing subsided.

"Look at me, sweetheart."

She held my gaze, her cheeks wet with tears. I gave her 2 more on each side sharply. Her ass cheeks were glowing red and I'm sure it must have hurt her. When I rubbed her ass cheeks, she moaned. I kept on caressing her ass till the pain subsided. She was moaning as I caressed her and noticed her pussy leaking juice. 

It was getting quite late. I pushed her onto the bed and said, "Go clean up and put something on. I'm ordering room service."

She was very subdued as we ate. There was absolutely no conversation.

Later we took turns in the bathroom and prepared to go to bed. 

"We leave tomorrow early for Jaipur. And try to make it back to Delhi by night fall."

"Yes, Uncle."

I switched off all the lights except the one on her bedside. There was silence. She then whispered, "Uncle, can I have a hug. Please."

I turned to look at her and she rushed into my arms. She put her head on my shoulder and sobbed her heart out. I caressed her back, moved my hand down to her ass and squeezed it. I drew her pajama bottom down and caressed her bare ass. I moved my finger up and down her ass crack. I removed her top and soon she was naked in my arms. I removed my clothes and we came together. I put on protection and penetrated her and made soft love to her. She crossed her legs behind my ass and pushed in. Soon she was moaning and came in a gush. 

I kissed her on the lips and chewed them out. Our tongues clashed and we were both panting. I was still moving in a rhythm and enjoying the slow love making. I pulled out slowly holding the condom and Kerry protested by whimpering. I turned her over, raised her on her knees and entered her from behind. She looked behind at me and made a big 'O' with her mouth. I started to pump and pulled her back by her hips as I plunged in. Soon she got the rhythm and pushed back on her own. 

I put my fingers under her and started to agitate her clit. Her moaning increased as I increased the pressure. I pinched her clit and rubbed it between my forefinger and thumb. She was backing into me faster and I too increased my tempo. She came with a loud cry while I kept on pumping. When her orgasm subsided, I wet my thumb with her juices and started rubbing it on her ass hole. She froze and looked back at me. I kept the slight pressure on her ass hole, kept on rubbing it, and smiled at her. 

She looked into my eyes and decided she could trust me. 

"Baby," I whispered, "Do you want me to push it in?" and I emphasized by rubbing my thumb a little harder. 

She gulped and said, "Will it hurt?" 

"It may, a bit. You can stop me any time you want. If you don't want me to, I won't."

She thought it over and whispered, "Please be gentle, Uncle."

She held my gaze and I continued pumping into her pussy. I gently rubbed her ass hole and pressed my thumb to open her rim. The ball of the thumb entered. She just looked at me and I pressed harder till the thumb was in up to the nail. She twitched but looked at me with trust and love. I twisted my thumb left and right and pushed in till the first joint. 

"Are you OK with this?" She nodded and I pushed my thumb in fully. She whimpered and I pumped my thumb in her ass slowly. She continued whimpering and I pumped into both her holes. Soon she came with a loud moan. I pulled my thumb out.

I kept at her pussy and she came again. I too was ready and I started to move in and out fast. She knew I was close and pushed back harder. I came with a rush and shouted out. I filled the condom. I held it and slowly pulled out of her.

We both collapsed on the bed and cuddled. 

"Did I hurt you with my thumb, sweetheart?"

"It was painful a little, but I knew you would be gentle. I later enjoyed when you pushed it in and out."

I kissed her passionately and we lost ourselves in it.

She held my cock and whispered, "I don't think I can take this. Please. Use your thumb if you want to, but not this. Please."

I kissed her and said, "Don't ever fear I will force you to do anything, my poppet. We will only do things you are comfortable with."

She hugged me hard and said, "You are a wonderful man and a wonderful lover. My mother was so lucky and so am I."

We cleaned up and cuddled. Soon we were asleep.

*****

This is how her holidays went, the night in Jaipur and the last night in Delhi, and soon it was time for her to be on her way to China. I saw her off at Delhi Airport and was on my way back to my farmhouse.

I did meet her and Alice a couple of years later, but that's another story.