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Wait

By: Norbert123



Jen had a twinkle in her eye as she skipped down the road next to Tom. It was a beautiful shirt-sleeve day, just a small amount of breeze – the first day of Spring. They held hands, he leant over and kissed her and laughed. "Why are you so happy today?"

"Just an idea" she replied. "I've something to show you when we get home". 

They were very happy together these days. Careers were going well, they were in love and the sun was shining. Sex was good. Tom had encouraged her to explore and had pushed her, little-by-little, further than she had imagined she'd go. They trusted each other and enjoyed their compatibly kinky natures. For a little while now, Jen had been thinking about how she could turn the tables and take the lead. In a way that he would enjoy of course, but she wanted to prove something. They sat at a table outside a café on the high street and ordered lunch. When the waitress had gone back inside she took his hand and pulled him across the table to her. "Tom", she whispered, "Would you like me to make one of your fantasies come true".

"Of course." He replied confidently and easily, smiling and kissing her on the lips.

"You'll have to promise to do anything I say."

Jen needn't have worried about his reply. Tom pretended to consider, but he already felt a thrill of pleasure at the idea. She knew that he fantasised about relinquishing control. There was very little that she didn't know about this side of him. She loved to coax these desires out of him when they made love. She would stop when he was most turned on and whisper into his ear. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"OK, anything you say, I promise".

"That was easy." Jen kissed him again and winked as the waitress reappeared with a tray. "I'm not sure you know what you've just let yourself in for."

When they got home she didn't waste any time. "Take off your clothes". Tom started – this was unusual – but he was excited too. With a flourish he threw his shirt over the banister as she steered him into the bedroom. 

He reached for the top button of her blouse but she pushed him away. "Oh no, not yet Tommy", she said, mock-stern. She glanced down at his already rigid manhood. "Very good, turn around". He sighed with pleasure as she wrapped the black scarf over his eyes and tied it tightly behind his head. "Let's see how you enjoy this".

Five minutes later he was bound securely to the four corners of the large bed. "Don't run away", she giggled as she left the room. He could hear her upstairs in the kitchen, but very soon she was back in the bedroom, opening one of the drawers of her cabinet. "There are a couple of things you should know about this little game" she said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. "The first is that it might last a very long time." She kissed his forehead above the blindfold and ran her fingers across the length of his shaft, making him shudder and twitch upwards. "The second is that, although the game has a pleasurable aim, you might not enjoy it all the time. Sorry about that Tommy – but the good news is that I will enjoy it very much!" She bent down and flicked her tongue where her fingers had been moments before. He moaned, already close to ejaculation.

Jen undressed, watching him all the time. She could tell from his short breaths how turned on he was. This was good. Slowly she straddled his chest and Tom felt the moisture between her legs as she gently took his cock in her hand, behind her back. "You've told me before about how you like to be teased" she whispered, stroking his nipples erect. "How you would like me to control your orgasms". She kissed him fully and pinched his nipples a little harder. "I'm going to make your fantasy come true, Tom. I fear you're going to realise how misguided you've been." She lifted herself from his chest and playfully bit each of his nipples in turn, before taking his penis briefly in her mouth. He felt the delicious warmth and release welling up inside him, but she was already away and the feeling subsided. "Don't move" she ordered, more steel in her voice now. "Don't you dare move a muscle. If you come you're in deep, deep trouble."

Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself onto his upright cock. He gasped as he felt her wetness and heat envelop him. "Don't you dare come" she barked. "OK, these are the rules." She held him very still between her legs. "You're not going to have an orgasm for a little while. Certainly not today, probably not tomorrow. Maybe not for a week. Even a month. Let's see. All you have to do in the meanwhile is pleasure me whenever I want and earn your next orgasm. You're going to come when I decide the time is right." Tom thrust upwards but, quick as a flash, she was off the bed and hissing in his ear, "You're in big trouble for that."

One by one she untied each of his ankles and re-attached them to the top of the headboard, exposing his ass. She found her panties, discarded on the floor, and shoved them roughly into his mouth, tucking the last corners of white cotton material inside. "Close your mouth" she ordered and reached for the roll of tape with a sigh. Her eyes rolled upwards and she felt the wetness once more between her legs as she laid the tape over his lips and picked up the cane placed next to the beside cabinet. "Now I'm going to hurt you Tom" she teased in a singsong voice. "I'm going to make you cry." He felt a thrill again, something close to fear, but he was aroused. He didn't know how far she would go, but all he could imagine was pleasure.

The first few swishes of the cane were no more than playful slaps and a pleasing tingle spread through his buttocks. She grabbed his stiffening cock in her left hand. "Enjoying this a bit too much are we?" The cane fizzed through the air and he gasped through his nose as the pain began to increase. She was gently massaging him whilst the strokes continued, harder and harder. He couldn't control himself any longer, but suddenly her hand was clenched around his balls instead of his shaft and gripping tight as the cane now whipped into his thighs. She twisted and he screamed. She delivered two more cruel blows to each buttock, staring at the tears as they trickled down his gag from beneath the blindfold and stroking herself to climax. She let out a yell and threw the cane to the floor.

Five minutes later he was still tied to the bed, but the gag had been removed and his legs released. Still throbbing and whimpering from the pain in his balls and ass, he returned her kiss with passion. Inexplicably his beaten penis began to stiffen once more as their tongues brushed each other. "I'm proud of you so far Tom" she said, "but you need to know that this is just the beginning You have a long way to go to earn your next orgasm". He gasped and squealed as he felt ice applied to his cock and balls. She kissed him again but by now he had shrivelled to nothing. "I need to know that there won't be any cheating". Something hard and cold sheathed over his penis, and for the first time he felt the dread thrill of real fear.

"What's that Jen?" he said, trying to sound as casual as possible. There was a tightening around the base of his shaft and a metallic click. 

"That's your new underwear you silly man" said Jen, massaging his balls with both hands. "I'm going to keep you all locked up for a while to teach you a lesson." Tom tried to stutter a reply, but nothing came out. "You lie there and think about it for a bit" she continued. "I'm going upstairs for a glass of wine and when I come back you're going to make me come with your tongue." He heard the bedroom door close behind her.

Tom had fantasised about sadistic women before, but he had no idea how readily Jen would take to the role. The slightly frightening thing was that she really seemed to get off on his predicament. The next week became an increasing nightmare for him as she delighted in finding new ways for him to 'earn' his next orgasm. 

On Monday she tied him to the bed again and removed the device. He brought her to climax twice with his tongue and she pretended to reward him by taking him inside her once again, but she pulled away when he was close, re-applied the ice and then the cruel metal contraption. This was only the second day, but Tom was already begging for release.

On Tuesday she told him they would play a game. She tied him naked and upright to the banister at the foot of the stairs with his legs apart and released his member which was erect within seconds. The game was called No Pain, No Gain. She took two small elastic bands and wound one around each of his testicles so that they both stood out proudly from his scrotum. She found a heavy chopstick in the kitchen and explained the rules. Tom was required to say "Please mistress, whip my balls so that I can be allowed to come". Jen would then apply strokes to each of his balls in turn, until she chose to stop. If he could manage this five times then he would be allowed his release. Of course there was no hope of succeeding in this game. On the fourth turn she whipped him mercilessly until he begged her to stop, whilst touching herself in front of him. After she came she threw the chopstick down, roughly pulled off the elastic bands and snapped the device back in place before gagging him again with her panties and tape. She whispered the single word "loser" into his ear as she went upstairs to collapse on the sofa, not to reappear for an hour or more.

The strange thing was that although the chastity device was an ever-present reminder of his predicament, Jen was capable of carrying on her everyday life entirely normally. On Wednesday he didn't see her at all as she was out of town at a concert, although he did receive a steady stream of provocative text messages. One said enjoying doing this 2 u so much. maybe never release u. touching myself now xxx He presumed she was joking, but the cold metal beneath his trousers was all too real.

On Thursday she was in a particularly playful mood. She knocked on his door early in the evening and immediately had him on all fours, licking her to climax in the hallway. He repeated this feat whilst she sat on the sofa watching TV. "You're doing well Tommy" she purred. "You know, tonight might be the night". After dinner she took him to the bedroom, kissing him passionately and feeling his crotch. She undressed him, tied his wrists gently to the bedposts with two silk scarves and released him from the restraint between his legs, using the little key that always disappeared as soon as the device was reattached. Snuggling up next to him she began to touch herself. "Darling, this turns me on so much". She took his cock in her mouth and knew that he was already almost at the point of explosion. Fondling his balls, she continued, "Tonight is when I planned to let you come". She ran her tongue around the tip of his penis again and he spasmed with pleasure and expectation. "You've been so good". She inserted the tip of her finger in his anus and he almost screamed with lust. "I know you want to come so badly..." She massaged his balls very gently and the finger slid further in "...but I'm afraid I just enjoy seeing you like this too much. you'll have to wait longer I'm afraid". Within seconds the ice was applied and the metal was back in place, whilst Tom whimpered, his eyes moist. "Don't be such a big baby" she laughed.

On Friday Tom saw a darker side to Jen. She had him strip and stand on a chair upstairs in the lounge. She handcuffed his hands behind his back before putting a rope noose around his neck which had been tied around one of the big wooden beams in the ceiling. "Don't fall off now" she teased as she undid the chastity device and kissed his quickly-growing member. There he stayed for the rest of the evening, whilst she spread herself on the sofa, drank wine and touched herself, first with her fingers and then with a large vibrator. He felt humiliated and couldn't understand why he was almost constantly hard the entire time. Naked and purring she taunted him from below. "Tomorrow is when you really get the chance to earn your orgasm Tommy". She repeated this several times. She seemed happy to lie for hours, smiling up at him, occasionally stroking his erect shaft and bringing herself to climax after climax.

On Saturday they went shopping in the morning, Tom secretly infuriated that she could carry on as if nothing was happening. Every time they passed a pretty girl he would be aware of his metal prison. Once in a while Jen would stroke his ass or press up to him when they kissed, but aside from that it could have been any day of the year. Sometime around late afternoon Jen called to Tom to come up from the basement where he had been working. "OK, this it it – your chance to earn it. It's been nearly a week now." She made him take off his clothes. By now this had become normal, but Tom still felt his cock struggle against its cage as soon as he dropped his trousers. "I wanted to take you to the point where you would do anything for release. Now we're going to test that". She took him upstairs and tied his hands together, hoisting them above his head over the high beam. Jen pulled down with all of her weight until he was on tiptoes and secured the loose rope. She blindfolded him and released his prick which immediately sprang up erect. "There was only one way I could think of to test you" Jen whispered in the hard voice that she had adopted more and more often. "I'm going to whip you until you beg me to stop – but I'll only stop when you ask me to humiliate you in front of one of my friends". She grabbed his cock and began to pump as his breathing quickened. "I know how much you hate that idea. Get ready to beg".

She let go of him and marched across the room to where her video camera was set up on the tripod. "I'm filming this Tommy" she called before stroking his aching manhood once again. "So, how much do you want to come after your week of chastity?" She stepped behind him and picked up the small whip from the table where she had left it before lowering her trousers. With her left hand between her legs she flicked at his buttocks a few times, watching him squirm and gasp. "Tell me what you'd do to be allowed to come" she whispered as she slashed him across the ass with more and more force. 

He began to moan. "Anything".

She stopped and took his cock in her hand again "Anything?" She pumped him for five, maybe ten seconds and then released the whip again, across his back, across his thighs.

"Anything Jen, humiliate me". 

She whipped harder and harder, stroking her wetness and gasping for breath. "Say it again. Say it more clearly".

Tom screamed. "Jen!" He couldn't cope with many more blows. "I want to come so much. I'll do anything to come. I want you to humiliate me in front of your friends."

She lashed his buttocks again and again, fingering herself and panting. "Thank you Tommy". She crumpled on the floor as she came. "Tomorrow Tommy, tomorrow."

On Sunday Tom woke up early, with Jen nuzzling him and stroking his legs, thighs and chest. "Today you're going to earn your orgasm" she sighed into his ear. "You've earned it. You're going to come so hard it will all have been worth it". She fondled his balls and led his hand between her legs. "Make me come, Tom".

By lunchtime he was inside the large wardrobe in the bedroom. Jen had removed all the clothes and handcuffed his hands behind his back. The noose was back around his neck and attached to the high clothes bar. The evil device was still in place. "I don't want any screaming today" she said as she took a pair of panties from the wash basket and stuffed them in his mouth, securing it, as ever, with a large piece of tape. Tom was not sure what was going on, but Jen had been assuring him all morning that if he went along with everything then he would be allowed his orgasm. There was a knock at the door and Jen slid the door across in front of him, waving before the darkness was complete. 

Tom could hear footsteps upstairs but had no idea who had arrived. His sense of time was confused, but he reckoned on having been in the wardrobe for half an hour or so before he heard the bedroom door open. The wardrobe door slid back a little. It was Jen. "Guess who's here?" she sang, and pulled the door back fully so that light streamed in. The feeling of humiliation was immense. Naked, bound and gagged, locked into a chastity device and now staring at Marie-Stephanie, one of Jen's best friends. Both girls had stripped down to their underwear. 

"Hello Tommy" laughed Marie-Stephanie. "Jen's been telling me about your little game all week". Tom went crimson. "She says you're very good with your tongue" she added and winked at him. "I've brought you a little present". She opened her hand to reveal two small clamps, a metal chain and the same two elastic bands from Jen's sadistic game earlier in the week. Tom winced. "I hear you're expecting a prize today" added the French girl.

"Yes, but he has to earn it" said Jen. As she stepped away her friend picked up a camera and began taking photographs of Tom in his helpless state. Jen attached the two clamps to Tom's nipples, joining them with the chain. She then motioned to Marie-Stephanie who smiled as she skipped over and produced a key. She dangled it infront of Tom's face and giggled before releasing his cock into her hand. Of course he was stiff within seconds. "Not yet, lover boy" Jen called over. Marie Stephanie knelt down and licked his shaft up and down, making him tense and gasp before winding the rubber bands around his balls as before.

"I can't wait to show these photos to all my friends" laughed Marie-Stephanie as the camera flashed again and again. Tom couldn't believe his eyes as next Jen unhooked her friend's bra and pulled her gently onto the bed. They began to kiss and touch each other and his cock stiffened, ready to burst. As the moans got louder and first bras, then panties were discarded, Jen got up off the bed and drew the wardrobe door across, plunging him back into darkness. 

"We can leave the rest to your imagination can't we, Tom."

After what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than one, the wardrobe door opened again. Jen was nowhere to be seen, but Marie-Stephanie was grinning, wearing one of Jen's robes and waving the chopstick. Tom shook his head furiously, but she gave his nipple chain a playful tug and pouted. "Jen says you have to earn it, remember". She took his blue, punished member into her mouth. The feeling was of absolute warmth and bliss. Suddenly he convulsed in pain as she struck his right testicle. She smiled. Then the left. Three, four, five times. He tried to scream through the gag. She took him into her mouth again. Then more punishment. It was too much. Too cruel. With one more harsh flick to each ball she kissed him on both cheeks and walked out.

A minute or so later Jen walked in, wearing her overcoat and looking at her watch. She was wearing a rubber glove and carrying a red bucket. She must have spilled something. "Just going to take Marie-Stephanie to the station. Come on, quickly then." She ripped the rubber bands off his aching balls and the tape from his mouth, starting to pump his dick with the abrasive palm of the glove. "Oh, do be quick Tom, I thought you wanted this" she said impatiently, increasing her tempo. His nipples hurt, his testicles were still very sore, and now his poor manhood was raked by the yellow plastic. He came limply into the bucket. Jen wiped him quickly with the sponge before reaching for the little metal device.

"No, no, Jen. Not any more." His eyes were wide.

She smiled at him. The lock clicked. And she closed the door behind her.

Wait a While



Jiri loved art; Jiri loved museums; and Jiri loved history.

He didn't have much time for people, so he spent his days travelling, gorging himself on all the world had to offer. He had seen the large collections of Europe and in the United States long ago, and now spent his time searching small towns to find some piece or other that he had heard about in his travels.

More rewarding, however, was to find an exceptional or unusual piece in some country backwater, where the curator, if there was one, had not noticed the piece, or not realized its importance. He would often relay news of these finds to one of the big institutions; there was no money in museum pieces these days, but, fortunately, money was never one of his concerns.

Jiri was standing outside a museum he had stumbled across while travelling the Greek islands. The building appeared very old; the fresh white paint on the outside he thought concealed large blocks of stone, surprising in a small place such as this. It could have once been a temple, such was its stature.

A pleasant young lady looked out from the cool interior, and beckoned him inside. Most would see her as beautiful, but Jiri rarely looked at people at all.

The price for entrance seemed very high, but Jiri paid without complaint. He had travelled this far, and was resigned to paying dearly for his hobby. In any case, he knew the difficulty of keeping such places in order in such a small town.

She gave directions to view the collection. She had a melodious voice, and spoke perfect English, unusual in these parts, although with an accent he could not place.

"There is a door at the end of the corridor. Only one visitor is allowed each day to the temple, such is its delicacy of its contents. Please take your time."

She gently directed him towards the rear. As Jiri passed down the corridor he was pleasantly surprised to find many votive candles lighting his way, and countless small alcoves. A pair of stone figures adorned each alcove, each pair made up of one male and one female. Jiri examined the figures carefully: they were exquisite! The detail in their construction was remarkable, and he was surprised at the difference in the shapes and sizes of the people figured in the images. Not all were classically beautiful; but all were represented with expressions of serenity on their perfect faces. Slightly naughty, too: each male had an erection, and every woman, her legs spread as if to invite penetration.

A single door, which appeared to be hewn from stone, was at the end of the corridor. Jiri was able to open the door with some effort. As the door swung noiselessly closed behind him, Jiri moved into a room which was almost bare save for a single plinth, nay, an alter, in the centre. He drew in his breath as he beheld the figure, the woman, for which he realized the building had been constructed.

She was a goddess. She was carved in the whitest, smoothest alabaster he had ever seen. She was lying on her back with her arms laid by her sides, and her legs slightly akimbo. The detail in the stone was magnificent; every pore, every fingernail, the delicate lines on the backs of her hands, even the individual strands of her pubic hair, all had been carved with meticulous detail, all were as white as the cleanest snow.

But her face! The strength of those features, the finely chiselled femininity, the cupid's bow of her lips and her enigmatic smile, the beauty of that face held him still. It was only the whiteness of her stone eyes, staring ever upwards, that gave Jiri a sense of her eternal stillness.

Jiri moved over to her, and stared down at her beauty, and stared into those cold, alien eyes, searching for some blemish, any imperfection, some sign that she was not human, or perhaps some sign that she was.

His cool appraisal of the magnificence of the figure began to give way; he noticed the passing of his detachment with some surprise. This ancient statue had been modelled on one woman, he was sure. He tried to imagine her as a person, someone with feelings, friends, family. He tried to put a voice to her, a laugh, a frown. He felt sorrow when he contemplated what had become of her in the distant past: She must surely be dust by now, while her perfect statue endured, untouched by time.

Without consciously realizing it, he reached down to her face, to cup a cheek in his hand. As he touched that cold, perfect skin, he felt the stirring of emotions he had never felt before, never felt for any other person. He caressed that perfect face, knowing that he should not: even stone will be worn away by human touch, however gentle, and a figure of this age would certainly be maimed by the touch of countless thousands of hands over the centuries. For the first time in his life, he felt like a young man fascinated by his first love, and began to feel his first stirrings of desire.

He held her face in both hands, and bent down to kiss her perfect lips. As he did so, he felt his years of sterile sensibility washed away by a passion to possess this one woman: all his strivings for the artistic, the clever, for artifice, were as nothing compared to his blossoming love for this stone figure with the cold, white eyes. His mouth gained no entrance to her cold lips, but the feel of her skin was electric, and his mind was alive with fantasies of those lips becoming warm, and soft, and moist, and red.

Soon his passion, with no possible hope of reciprocation, became maddening, an itch he could not scratch, but he wanted to feel more of that cold skin against himself, and layed himself over her, covering her with his whole body, nestling himself between her legs, his head upon her chest, as if trying to hear a heartbeat that could never be.

As he lay there, tears of both happiness and devastation welled from his eyes. He had, for the first time in his barren life, found love, yet he knew that that this love was an illusion, could never be reciprocated, could never be consummated.

A fantasy began to bloom in his mind. He need never leave; he could stay here forever in her stony embrace, loving her. Surely, if there were any justice in the world, her memory, her ghost, the soul of this woman must still survive. While not a spiritual man, Jiri began to clutch at fanciful notions to provide any means for her to return his devotion.

As he lay there, he heard a voice. He could not tell from whence it came; for all he knew it could be inside his head. The voice wa like that of the curator, yet was not hers.

"Wait a while here with me, Jiri. Please, stay with me, give me your love. Let me love you, let me love you as you love me. Stay with me, let your love feed me."

Jiri closed his eyes, and let himself relax into her hard curves. She did not stir, as she could not, but he felt comfortable. For the first time, he felt the comfort of human companionship, and did not want to let go. His manhood pressed against the downy stone, and as it hardened he imagined her as a woman of flesh and blood, welcoming him into herself.

Hope and fantastic imaginings flared briefly in his brain, but soon his rationality convinced him of the impossibility of his position, and all emotion fled. His body stiffened and he extricated himself from the statue. He imagined he heard an impassioned plea, a plea of disappointment and sorrow, but discounted it. He kissed her lips briefly, averted his eyes from her captivating beauty, and fled.

--

With a slightly clever smile, the young lady at the front asked him about the statue.

"She is uncommonly beautiful, don't you think? People on this island are poor, and some save for years before they can afford the price I ask to see her. They all return soon enough, though, they all return."

Jiri looked at her with new eyes; for the first time in his life, he looked at a human being and found himself wondering who they really were. He also looked at her face for the first time, and surprised himself.

"You could be her sister; the resemblance is remarkable. But that is not possible; she must have been dead for thousands of years"

Her smile was inscrutable, and her piercing eyes focussed upon him unsettlingly; quite unlike the white orbs that had captivated him previously. "Perhaps, but you must realize that the soul is eternal, and all souls are connected. I am a sister to all women, you know; not all know it, and not all would admit it, but I hope that you are able to see it."

Jiri suddenly realized the time; he had been hoping to wander around the island, but the sun was now low over the horizon. There were only two ferries a day, and he had almost missed his return. He would have to leave immediately.

"There is another," the young woman told Jiri earnestly, "you must bring her with you. You must bring another if you wish to return."

--

Jiri had to tell someone. There were many people of his acquaintance who would appreciate knowledge of his find, but an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy had him discount all the males. He had a confidante in Diana, a curator working at the Smithsonian, who had spent her life studying ancient works of art. Jiri considered her a confidante; but none of their confidences concerned affairs of the heart. She was a confidante in the mysteries of the purchase and attainment of cultural artifacts, which certainly had its own black magic and intrigue, even its own kind of romance.

He rang Diana as soon as he could get himself back to the United States. The urgency of his request allowed him to see her without delay, although she always had time for him. As he would arrive in Washington on a Friday evening, he suggested meeting at her office on Monday. He was surprised and grateful when she suggested that he come around to her house the following evening; there was nothing new for him to see in Washington over the weekend, after all.

As he wound his way through the dark streets, he found himself unusually joyous at the prospect of seeing her again. She was always so sunny and engaging when they met, and Jiri started wondering about how she spent her life outside the museum. She was certainly an attractive woman, but she had never talked about any outside friendships. Indeed, he had often called in on her at odd moments, and their meetings had often extended into a dinner at her house in Bethesda, but there was never any evidence of anyone else in her life.

"Diana, I am so glad to see you" beamed Jiri when she answered the door to her house. In answer, as she always did, she gave Jiri a brief hug. These moments were usually somewhat awkward, and they usually got down to business straight away.

This time, however, Jiri found himself reciprocating. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed Diana on the cheek. Smiling, she returned the kiss, on Jiri's lips, and they held each other for a while. Diana was a very attractive young woman, and she had invited Jiri to her house for dinner. Some things that Jiri had ignored for his whole life began to connect in his brain. He felt her heart beating, surprisingly fast, and her cheeks were flushed.

With a new kind of awkwardness, Jiri released Diana and came into her house. Diana became more animated and sunny than usual, and Jiri helped her prepare the dinner. As usual, it was a magnificent spread, and the accompanying candles and fine wine made for a lovely meal. Jiri was accustomed to eating this way, but realized how little he had done so with friendly company.

Soon, they were back onto more familiar ground, with the exchange of gossip about the latest acquisitions of all the museums. Jiri was eager to tell Diana of the statue, but told himself that it was business, it should wait until after dinner. He did not let himself realized how unsettling it was in the back of his mind.

Diana was again disconcerted as Jiri enquired about all the people of their acquaintance; his interest was very unusual for him, but, with the world of museums being so small, there was plenty to talk about. It seemed to Jiri that Diana knew everyone else's business, and lapped up the news of new romances, babies, disappointed marriages and a few carefully guarded affairs. As they talked, and without thinking, he took Diana's hand.

It was warm and somehow familiar in his touch, and as he gently caressed her hand with his thumb, Diana's conversation tailed off, and she looked into his eyes.

"You know, Jiri, I have always loved you. Ever since the first time we met, when you argued with me about the age of those silly Etruscan pots, I have loved you. You were right about the pots, of course, but that hardly matters. For years, I have hoped for a glimpse of Jiri the human being, Jiri the male, but I have never been able to make you see me as a woman."

"Please kiss me, Jiri"

Jiri leaned across the table, and leaned into a kiss. Love again began to well up in his heart, and he soon found himself at the foot of her chair, his arms pulling her down to the carpet. Diana sighed, and they wrapped themselves up in each others arms. Jiri could feel their mutual desire, but the passion that had unfolded so quickly from their long friendship was paralyzing in its intensity. Holding was enough, more than enough, for now.

As he held, his thoughts returned to his first love, his true love, and a strange sort of guilt began to creep through him. How could he love Diana with such intensity, when he knew that the white woman awaited his return in Greece?

The image of that beautiful white face, those cold, white, eyes returned to him. Jiri begin to kiss Diana with a fervid intensity, which she returned with an abandon that he could never have believed before his awakening. Diana began to pant, and began to thrust her hips against him, holding him tight against her. Wrapping her legs around him, she made little yelps as she felt his hardness pressing against her, and started to make noises of frustration as their layers of clothing prevented the touch of skin to skin.

Diana's hands hurriedly began to unbuckle Jiri's belt. As Jiri took over, and quickly pulled his shirt overhead and threw off his trousers, she hurriedly pulled off her dress and pulled down her knickers. Their dampness and Diana's perfume drove him wild, and he bucked against her. She rubbed her slickness against him furiously, her hips rising up to cover his cock with her musk. They soon settled down into a strong rhythm, with him pressing his cock luxuriously against her open cunt lips and his cock head settling again and again against her clitoris.

Pausing for breath, Diana pulled Jiri down to lay against her.

"Jiri, I want you inside me. Love, be gentle, be gentle, I want you so much, but please be gentle. You are the first, you are the only one I have ever wanted."

Jiri gazed down at Diana's face. She was a mess, with her hair in disarray and her flushed cheeks moist with perspiration and kisses. She was a mess, but she was beautiful. She smiled at him as he raised himself above her, and her fingers guided him gently towards her opening. As he nestled himself at the entrance, he felt the presence of another, as a tingling in his scalp, a tingling in his spine, a curdling in his balls.

She was here. That white woman was here, and he could feel her desire. Her sefuctive whispers maddened him:

"Take her, Jiri, take her. Take Diana, your love, and let me taste her. You must come to me, you must bring her to me, and you must feed me with your love. It is for the best, Jiri, being with me. I can love you and hold you for eternity, and Diana will come to love me, too. Just relax, and take her, and let me do the rest. It will be sweet, it will be joyous, you two have so much to give."

Jiri pressed forward. Diana raised her hips, and gave a soundless cry as he pushed past the obstruction. Her slippery depths, saved for him, parted and caressed him. Little butterflies of sensation assailed him as she came for the first time, her walls rippling and holding him.

"Diana, there is another," said Jiri's voice. But it was a gentle voice, and a subtle accent coloured his words. "But if you give yourself to her, you may hold him forever. And you will come to love me, too. Give yourself up to me, Diana, give yourself. Give yourself to eternal love, to undying fascination, to your destiny. Give me your soul."

Jiri stopped. He could no longer control his body, but his body could still feel, could feel the strength of the presence possessing him, could feel the tightness of Diana around him and the moist trickle of the blood of her lost virginity.

Diana did not yet comprehend her position, but its strangeness made the magic of her first fucking all the more arousing. She was ready to give anything to feel Jiri's love inside her, and she moaned her assent.

"Take my soul, my love. Take whatever you want. Please love me, just love me"

With a smile, Jiri began to thrust. He slid in, and out, with long, sensual thrusts that had Diana feeling as if in the presence of divinity. As she moaned, she felt Jiri's penis enticing her, thrilling her, willing her to give herself.

As the slow fucking continued, she began to enter into a kind of trance. She saw an image of a beautiful , white woman in her mind. The woman smiled, and as Diana's body was being fucked, her mind was turning to the woman. She was beautiful, and she was white. Her stony face slowly turned towards Diana, and those white eyes captivated her with their strangeness. The woman opened her arms and opened her white robes, revealing her perfect body. In a fog of her own mind, Diana floated gently into those arms, and marvelled as they enfolded her, wrapping her in warmth, and love. Some colour stole across the white woman's lips, and her white tongue reddened as it licked Diana's eyelashes and tasted her face.

Those beautiful lips were red and soft as they sucked on her earlobe, warming her as they kissed lower, lower, before those beautiful lips fastened over her neck.

For a time, Diana felt she could not breathe, and a feeling of horror stole over her, a feeling of blind terror. She tried to flail her captive arms to escape from this apparition. But it was too strong, and too beautiful, and the feeling of horror gave way as she was help in those arms. Diana exhaled, and felt the woman kiss her neck.

There was a pain, a pain like the loss of her virginity. But there was also the same sweetness in that pain. No, it was not not the same sweetness; it was far sweeter.

As those lips suckled, it began to fill her, and she relaxed into those arms. She went limp as that cloying arousal dripped into her body, left her captive to the sensations of her body, the body she had yielded to Jiri, to the white woman. Diana realized that she was being consumed, and felt her life blood passing out of her. But her body was still being filled with the long, slow strokes of her lover, and those lips, those red, puffy, lips, were gentle, and sweet, and loving, and gave such sweet release.

"It is not an ending, Diana, it is your beginning. Be content with me, you will my have love for eternity. You will have Jiri soon enough. Let yourself go, let yourself go, give yourself to me"

Diana surrendered, and let the white woman lay her down in the shelter of her own mind. She let herself be covered by her warmth, and gave herself to those red lips, those red, hungry lips, suckling and drawing her to oblivion...

--

Jiri could only look on as the woman continued to use his body to pleasure Diana. Diana had stopped moving, and her eyes took on a distant, dreamy look. Her walls still thrilled him with her repeated orgasms, but as he continued, even these stilled. Diana's eyes closed, and he felt his body returned to him.

"Come to me Jiri, come to me. Bring your Diana with you, it is the only way now. I have her now, she is mine. She feels nothing but pleasure. The pleasure that will be yours when you return to me."




Wait a While



Jiri felt devastated. Diana was no longer breathing, and as he watched, she became paler. He cradled her still body in his arms, and tears dropped down his cheeks as he felt her skin harden. The transformation took an age, the whiteness creeping from her beautiful neck, stealing up her jawline, leaving her face as beautiful in stone as his first love. Her breasts began to harden, her nipples still erect in their first arousal.

Jiri was helpless. The white woman was still with him, with him in his mind. Her beauty and desire, and Diana's still form, formed a cocktail of desperate love in his body. His penis still buried, he began to thrust again. As she cooled, he could only keep thrusting until her shrinking form would no longer accommodate him. He cradled the beautiful figurine in his arms, and slept. He did not have much time.

fin?

July 2002

© 2002 lostboy please, no re-posting without permission. I'd like to hear from people who read my stories, please write.



Wait All Day for a Surprise



I awaken next to you, my sleeping husband, before your alarm goes off in our quant little apartment. You're lying on your back and I notice your morning wood tenting the blanket. I slide it off you and take you into my mouth. I suck and drool all over you, getting you nice and wet. I kneel over you, facing the foot of the bed. I line your lubed cock up with my ass and slowly sink down. Moaning I slowly slide up and down, getting used to it. You wake up and rest a hand on my hip, the other slides up my back. I ride you to my own orgasm, my muscles tensing around your cock. 

You suddenly grab me and flip me on my stomach. I rise up onto my knees and you fuck me in earnest, your balls slapping against my pussy. I scream out cumming again. You grunt and pull out of my ass and shoot all over my back. We lay in bed together awhile, you half on top of me. 

Soon, you slide off of me and start getting ready for work. I stay on my stomach, allowing your cum to dry on my ass and back. I hear you rummaging around and you pull me back up to my knees. I jump at something cold and hard being pushed against my loosened asshole. You fill my ass with a butt pug and roll me onto my back.

"Clean up. Take a shower. Get dressed. Do whatever but leave that in all day...and don't you DARE get yourself off!" You warned. You quickly kissed my forehead and walked out, leaving me wiggling on the bed.

I spend the day in agony, wanting to touch myself, but I know better. I shower and shave my soft mound. I get dressed and set about cleaning the apartment. Every time I sit or stand I sigh in pleasure and frustration, I need release. 

About half an hour before you get home I change into my black lacey boy shorts, a matching bra, stockings, and heals. I relax by the window waiting for you. You finally pull in and I quickly lose the robe and drop to my knees in front of the door. I push my tits out and spread my knees wide. 

You walk in and are shocked for a second. Slowly you walk over to me and caress the side of my face. Someone closes the door behind you. I look and start to stand to run down the hall, seeing another man. You hold me to my knees; I look up at you scared. But you nod telling me it is ok.

"See what a good girl she is? Already ready for me. Stand." You say. I stand and you bend me over the arm of the couch. 

Feeling how wet I am, you rip my panties down, leaving me exposed to our guest. 

"Good girl left it in. Did you cum?"

"No, sir" I whimper shaking my head

You bend down and lick the juices off my twitching lips, causing me to gasp. Your friend is watching my intently. I turn my head to look at him and notice a slight bulge. You beckon him over behind me and offer my waiting pussy to him. 

He is rougher than you were and licks me hard, shoving two fingers into me. I scream out and try to pull away but you hold me still. 

"Darling...I don't know if I..." light moan "if I like this"

"You'll get into it sweetie. Go for it buddy"

Your friend slowly enters me. I feel so full with both holes filled. A moan escapes me and I bury my face in the couch as he starts to fuck me hard. You come around in front of me and lift my head. I see your beautiful cock in my face. I lick the tip softly. You shove it into my mouth and down my throat, making my body tense up. 

You fuck my face to the same beat as he is from behind. He pushes hard on the plug in my ass and I scream out, finally allowed to cum. You cum shortly after me, shooting your load deep in my throat. I lick your softening cock clean and get ready to cum again. He trusts a few more times, sending me over the edge just as he cums. You switch spots and fuck my ass slowly with the plug while I lick his cock off. 

You slowly slide the butt plug out and I'm left empty and used.

"Want a beer?" You two walk into the kitchen, leaving me gasping over the edge of the couch, panties at my ankles, ass in the air.



Wait For a Diamond



Jim Bluebaker was very selective about the girls that he dated. Hank, his dad told him; "Son, two things to remember in life, carefully pick a diamond for a wife, and when you have a chance to get something really important be prepared to risk everything for it". 

Jim was starting point guard for Indiana his senior year. His 3.3 grade point average was enough to get him school. In June of 1998 he graduated. When he returned home his Mom and Dad sat him down and explained to him that a trust that his grandfather had set up for him was now his. In 1984, 16,666 shares of Microsoft were purchased at a cost of $6.00 per share. There had been two stock splits so the share total was now 66,664. At $115.00 per share, Jim was worth $7,666,360.00.

"Jim, we think that you should travel across the United states. Never let anyone know what you are worth. Work a couple months here and then a couple months there. Study people. Dare. and while you are doing it, look for a woman like your Mother, a Diamond!"

Jim bought a used ten passenger Ford van, removed some seats, and set out. November 3, he was six miles East of Cody, Wyoming on route 14. Howling wind blew the snow. Jim slowed to pass a car stopped partly on the pavement. Seeing a woman inside, he stopped. As he approached the drivers window, he could see that she was about seventy years old and sobbing. He got in the passenger side. He asked if he could help. Her story rushed from her lips. She had run out of money, her car just died, and her doctor had just told her that she only had a short time to live because of her cancer. Worst of all, who would or could take care of her grand daughter?

Jim pushed her car off the road and took her home. Home was a log home, two hundred yards off the road about two miles from where he had met Emma. Emma was very weak. After they got settled, and Emma had made tea, she asked Jim if he would like to meet her grand daughter, Sandy. Entering the bed room, Jim observed a young woman, in a hospital type bed, cranked up, covered from the neck down by a blanket. Coal black hair, offset by white skin and deep blue eyes that stared straight ahead.

Emma explained that Sandy was a Junior at the University of Wyoming, until twenty days ago. She was driving a snowmobile that had hit a tree stump buried under the snow. The doctors performed extensive tests on her. Sandy could not move her head, eyes, arms, legs, or speak. She could feel any touch, hear well, see things in front of her. If you put her on a bed pan, she would go. There were no broken bones. Her doctor wrote that he believed that she had bruised a nerve. She would return to normal, but it might be next week or two years from now. She should be talked to and given as much stimulation as possible. She was sent home with Emma.

Emma was terrified, that if she died that Sandy would be put in a nursing home to be left alone all day. Jim quietly ask if it would be ok if he stayed a few days. An hour later, Jim had sorted some things out in his mind. "Emma, lets sit at the table. Show me your outstanding bills." Jim wrote out $6,452.00 worth of checks. "Emma, I give you my word that I will take care of Sandy." "Speaking of Sandy, she needs a bath." Emma filled the tub. Jim carried Sandy to the bath room, which was warm, undressed her and lowered Sandy into the water. Not in his wildest dreams, did Jim expect to see what was now before him. She was a Goddess! Sandy had long perfectly shaped legs, ample fanny, nice waist, flowing to her breasts which pointed up and highlighted her neck and arms. He used a hand towel to wash all but her breasts and vagina. Emma did those. Jim pictured in his mind; "She can hear, see, fully understand what I have done to her.

That night, listening to Emma cough, Jim sensed that his promise to protect Sandy demanded quick action. The next day, after a long discussion with Emma, they took Sandy with them to visit Mr. Wilson, a justice of the peace, that had known Emma for thirty years. Jim had decided early on that he would include Sandy in all conversations. The four sat down, Sandy in a wheel chair, with her head propped up. 

Emma told Hector that "Jim here was about to marry Sandy when the accident happened. She wanted Hector to marry them now. She would answer for Sandy." I am sure that old Hector thought that Sandy must be pregnant. In any event Hector married Jim and Sandy. Jim thought as they drove away, "Now, as her husband, I can move her to my home until she recovers, after Emma dies." Emma died on November 22. Jim took Sandy with him to the bank. He arranged for the property to be sold, and the funds to be set up in a trust for Sandy. Jim found several home movies. They showed Sandy playing basketball, running, playing with small children, and working at an old folks home. Emma had mentioned that Sandy was getting a degree in education. His description of her every move was," graceful". He knew that he was in love with her. She was a "diamond". He knew, also, that he had just taken that," risk it all on one pitch or toss", that his Dad had said a man must do. He called his Mom and Dad. "I'm coming home, married, found my Diamond". Hanks reply," we will be looking for you son".

Sandy, was next to him in her wheel chair as he said all this, and he explained to her that he loved her and that when she could respond he hoped she could love him. He washed her in the tub. Laying next to her, both naked, he reached another decision. Her doctor said that she should be stimulated. Gently, he kissed her on the mouth. His hands rubbed her warm skin, first on the arms, then moving to her chest. Sandy's breasts were full, yet soft and inviting. His mouth went on to the left one. Her untrimmed bush was black, thick, and smelled of a mixture of woman and bath. Sandy had a three inch space between her trim legs that gave Jim's hand easy access to run his finger up her slot. He kissed her across her tummy and then his mouth was nearing her love tunnel. The smell was arousing. Jim's finger told him a story that no one had used her love tunnel before. Very small. Jim's cock was fully erect and it was talking to Jim." Jim, baby, this pussy is yours, and I am ready!!!!" 

Ecstasy, pure ecstasy, was on Jim's face as his mouth facened onto her clitoris. Faster and faster he moved his mouth in circles. Then, he felt it. Her vagina was throbbing, contracting, and a flow of her love juice was running out of her tunnel. Sandy had just orgasm! Jim was so excited that he put his throbbing cock to her opening and thrust it in. He covered her face with wet kisses as he pumped more and more of his cock into her. It was all in. It was all in, and it felt so good. He stopped and kissed her first on the lips and then under her chin. His cock shouted," Whoa, giddy up, hump, thrust". Jim spread Sandy wider and pumped his manhood in and out of her tight pussy. Suddenly, he could feel her vagina gripping him and he felt an increased flow of juice in her vagina. "She had orgasm again", he thought as her thrust as deep as he could, again and again, to unload his sperm into her. They lay side by side for ten minutes as he caressed her. Then Mr. Cock thickened and slowly rose throb by throb. Slowly, ever so slowly he pushed old Mr. Cock into her again. He lifted her legs for maximum penetration and thrust deeply into her. Slowly he would withdraw and them slam his manhood deeply into her. Her vagina gripped him even harder this time as he emptied himself into her.

It took three days to drive to his home in Vermont. Each night, he again savored the "fine wine" of total sex with his "Diamond". Every day her talked to her about this and that. Above all else he told her that even if she never got better, that he would be there for her. 

He pulled into his drive way. After kissing his Mom and shaking his Dad hand, he ask that they sit on the couch and say nothing until he was finished. He would bring in his "Diamond", explain things, and we would go from there. He got Sandy and wheeled her into the room. Jim explained that he believed that Sandy saw them, heard every word, could feel, and would one day recover all her motor functions. He then filled them in on what he had seen in her movies; of her grace, love of sports, children, and helping old people. When Jim finished, his mother went over to Sandy, grabbed both of her hands, looked right into her eyes and said," Welcome to the Bluebakers, I am thrilled that our son has found you and hope that you will always be one of us. I teach fourth grade. Tomorrow, I will take you with me to meet my class." Hank, kissed her on the forehead, and said, "Welcome aboard. I fix a separate area for you kids".

The next day Hank arranged for three new rooms to be added to the home. Over the next six months, the Bluebakers included Sandy in all their activities; movies, plays, school, sports, family discussions.

Jim settled down into a routine of having sex with Sandy three times a week. Mrs. Bluebaker obtained birth control pills. Jim would spend an hour in foreplay. He would talk to her, smuggle, and then his cock would rise, throb and call to him, "C'mon big boy, I'm ready to plunge into the wet dark, and wonderful." She was always so so tight. Jim thrilled to her orgasms, even though she never said a word, and her body never twitched. It was only the vagina that convulsed.

Summer came. Mrs. Bluebaker took Sandy in her golf cart every time she played. Talked golf to her throughout her round. Then on August 5, they were caught out when a thunderstorm came overhead. Mrs. Bluebaker pulled the cart into a maintenance shed. Both woman sat watching the storm. Less then two hundred yards away the sky flashed and lightning struck a tall pine tree. A second later, it struck the tree again. Tremendous noise. Mrs. Bluebaker said, "wow that was scary". A very feminine voice answered, "Yes, it sure was." Mrs. Bluebakers head spun towards Sandy. Their eyes met. With tears in their eyes the woman hugged. Sandy was back!

Jim walked in the front door at five. His Mom said, "Jim, I have something to show you". Jim stopped. His Mom entered the room holding a walking Sandy's arm. When they could touch, Mrs. Bluebaker said, "I'll leave you kids alone". Tears poured from Jim's eyes. She was so beautiful. Sandy reached up and wiped the tears first from his right eye, and then the left. Pushing up onto her toes, she kissed him on the mouth. 
A long long kiss. Sandy looked him in the eye. Her low sexy voice was music to Jim's ears when she said, "I remember everything, and you, stud, are a woman's dream. Oh, we won't need those birth control pills any more, cause your Mom wants a grandbaby."



Wait for Carnival



Ned Harrington had patiently waited for his young protégé. Ned had known for years that he wanted Devin; he'd known for more than a month he could have him. But everything had to be right, just right.

Ned and Devin's father, John Treadwell, had been long-time lovers. The Harringtons and Treadwells were among the first families of Charleston, South Carolina. Ned and Devin had gone to private school together; Ned had been John's best man. And the night before John took Helene to the matrimonial bed, Ned took John in the back seat of a Cadillac convertible. They initially had tried to stay away from each other after John Treadwell had wed, but their resolve was weak, and within a couple of years they had begun surreptitiously meeting for sex.

When Devin was six, John's wife, Helene, died in an airplane crash on her way to her usual summer retreat in Paris; John followed along behind her five years later in what would have been a suspicious hunting accident covering a suicide if Charleston society hadn't closed ranks around its own. John's death left Devin Treadwell an orphan. It also revealed that the Treadwells had been living well beyond their means for decades. Ned Harrington swept in and covered the family's debt and bundled Devin off to the same private school he and Devin's father had attended.

John wasn't nearly as successful in life as Ned was, and Ned had carried the Treadwells for years financially. He didn't give John and Helene money directly, but he made sure that business came their way and that the Treadwells could hold up their head at the forefront of old-line Charleston families.

Ned mourned the passing of John, but in Devin he had the spitting image of John. Patrician Greek god looks, a ready smile, natural athletic ability, curly light-brown hair, and an innate interest in men. Ned would not have disagreed with anyone who said bisexual preferences were inherited. The Harrington and Treadwell men loved their woman, but a good many of them loved their men as well. And the Harringtons and Treadwells had been linked in this way for generations. Ned had been initiated into male-male sex by his own father in the family's hunting lodge in the Great Smokey mountains and before that evening was over he had been taken as the lover of John's father as well in a threesome. It was almost inevitable he himself one day would seduce John.

Charleston society was one that was not as unique as the local patricians liked to suppose. It was all prim and proper and almost antiseptic on the surface, but underneath it was teeming with sexuality and a wild bent toward hedonism. In truth this was the same with many an isolated, highly stratified cast system, though.

Devin, the orphan Ned had taken on to raise as his own, worshipped Ned, and Ned figured it was only a matter of time till he could relive his love affair with John Harrington through his mirror-image son. But Ned wanted to do it right, and he wanted to do it away from the searching eyes and wagging mouths of the insular old-family culture of Charleston. And he wanted the taking to be special. Once he'd made love to Devin, he wanted to have Devin with him forever, taking the "spitting image" place of his true love, John.

All of Ned Harrington's carefully and well-laid plans for Devin almost were blown to the winds, however. Shortly after Devin's eighteenth birthday, the two of them had gone up to the Harrington family's hunting lodge in the Great Smokeys. After a day of hunting deer, weary and tired but with Devin exhilarated about the stag he had bagged, the two drank a bit too much. Ned had always assumed that he would have to prepare Devin for him and methodically seduce him when it came time to take him.

Thus, he was taken by surprise when Devin put the moves on him, begging Ned to make love to him. Ned had showered and was sitting in the lounge of the lodge just in his sleeping shorts and a light robe. Devin appeared naked, told Ned he had wanted to be taken by him for years, stating that he now was of an age to make this decision for himself, and sinking between Ned's thighs and burying his face in Ned's crotch.

This put Ned into such a sense of shock that he failed to react immediately. And within minutes, he was too weak and defenseless to the unexpected onslaught to resist Devin pushing the waistband of his sleeping shorts below his balls and taking his cock in his mouth. Devin's sucking technique was wholly unpracticed, but Ned was so taken with him—and had been for so long—that this hardly mattered in his arousal and the quickening of his cock. He lay back in his chair and moaned deeply as Devin sucked him hard.

Periodically Devin pulled his mouth off Ned's cock long enough to beg his mentor to make love to him.

Ned came back to his senses Just as Devin was taking charge and was coming down into Ned's lap and holding the older man's cock in position to penetrate his ass. He rose and pushed Devin off him and backhanded the young man across the cheek, sending him onto his ass on a bear rug in front of a roaring fire in a deep stone fireplace. Standing over the young man, looking so wounded and so vulnerable and yet so desirable and still desiring of what Ned could give him, Ned had to steel himself with all of his might. This was the same bear rug and an identical roaring fire where his father had pushed a cushion under his belly and fucked him for the first time and then invaded his mouth with his cock while John's father turned him, Ned's butt cheeks raised on the cushion, and came in between his spread thighs and fucked him as well. Then, spent and whimpering but filled with arousal, Ned had sat on the floor, his back against the warm stones of the fireplace, and watched John's father put on a show of just how intensely and masterly he could fuck Ned's father. Ned had been taken into Mr. Treadwell's bed that night and shown just how filling and satisfying man sex could be.

"Have you done this before? With other men? Have you been fucking other men?" Ned roared at Devin in indignation. All of his plans, all of his careful work, and someone else had slipped in and taken this little bastard. The ultimate betrayal. A betrayal of all the John and he had been to each other.

Ned wasn't reasoning well; he was acting as if supposition were reality—and he was holding Devin up to standards he'd never enunciated to Devin. If Devin had been sexually active with men already, this was something he had done naturally. He had made no pledge of constancy to Ned; Ned had never asked him to do this, never demanded it of him. Now he was looking up at the man he worshipped with dismay, confusion, and deep embarrassment.

"No . . . no . . . never . . . never with anyone else. I've always wanted it to be you. I knew you went with men . . . I've always wanted that for me. Not just any man. You . . . never before. I wanted you to be the first."

Ned believed him, relief rushing in, the program salvaged. The awkward way Devin had sucked him was evidence he was telling the truth. And the young man looked so startled and contrite and openly shocked.

"I'm sorry, son. I never expected that you'd make the first move. I've always wanted you too. But it has to be special the first time. I'll think of some way to make it special. Something we'll always remember. And we'll always be together."

Ned had sunk to the bear rug and had taken a now trembling and sobbing Devin into his arms. They both immediately slipped into renewed arousal, and Ned took Devin's lips with his and they kissed passionately and deeply. Instinctively they each moved to take the cock of the other in their hands, and Ned permitted this much intimacy, a mutual masturbation to a shared climax with soft moaning and sighing. But no further than this. Beyond this, although the two came together regularly over the next couple of weeks, Ned would not permit the lovemaking to go farther for now. In fact, he wouldn't again, in those months building up to the full taking, let Devin touch his cock. Instead, he would take Devin in his arms and stretch out behind him and hold Devin tight, one hand playing his nipples and the other stroking Devin's cock relentlessly until the young man had ejaculated for him.

"I'll think of something special," he murmured as they lay entwined before the dying fire that first night.

"Please do it soon," Devin whimpered. "I don't know how long I can hold out." And then he gasped and began to groan and grind his pelvis against Ned's flank, as Ned took his cock in his fist again and masturbated him in vigorous and relentless strokes to a second ejaculation.

* * * *



Ned Harrington was perplexed about how he could make the taking of Devin special until one day, when he was walking down Charleston's Queen Street, he stopped at a corner for a light change and turned and looked in the window of a travel agency.

They were advertising special rates on travel to Carnival in Rio de Janeiro. Just the thing, Ned thought, and when Devin next lay stretched out in the arms of Ned and being stroked to completion—and begging, in vain, for Ned to move their lovemaking to a whole new level—Ned told him where they would be this time next week—fucking in a suite at the Mar Ipanema hotel in Rio and enjoying the sounds from outside of the annual Samba parade making its way to the Sambadrome.

Ned Harrington was a world traveler and thus he completely misjudged how overwhelmed Devin, who had never been abroad, would be by the sights and sounds and sensations of Carnival in Rio. Ned's idea was to have Devin completely devoted to and in thrall to him and only him in this foreign environment. But from the very beginning—starting in the airport itself, where a group of young, hunky Brazilian men honed in on Ned and Devin and swept them up in the gaiety of Carnival—Devin started to spin away from Ned. The Brazilian men were preparing a float for the gay procession in the Samba Parade, and they declared that Devin would be perfect at the top of the float—and that, yes, of course, there would be a place for Ned as well.

From there the whole trip careened out of Ned's control. The Brazilians dashed all over town, Devin in tow, gathering materials for their float and costumes for Devin and Ned. The theme of the float was the Arabian nights, and both Devin and Ned were to be outfitted in diaphanous harem pants and turbans and nothing else but greased up torsos to accentuate their musculature. And the float needed to be prepared as well.

For two nights, Ned made careful preparations in the Mar Ipanema suite for a ritualistic deflowering of his young protégé. Devin was always working on the float with the boisterous Brazilian hunks, though. The preparations for Carnival had put Devin in high heat, so it wasn't a question of not wanting to lose his virginity to Ned—and, in fact, every time Ned appeared to check on Devin and on the progress of the preparation of the float, Devin begged Ned to take him off in a corner of the warehouse and relieve his virginity forthwith. But Ned was a stubborn man, and he had it in his head to do this in luxury and in a way that would always be memorable to them both.

At last he gave up and decided that it would have to wait for the concluding night of Carnival, when the parade was completed.

The day of the parade arrived, and all was in readiness. Ned was on the first level of the float, arm in arm with two of the Brazilian studs, while Devin was at the very center, top of the float, surrounded by several nearly naked Brazilian men. All were laughing and gay, and the Brazilians were passing around bottles of Cachaca, the local strong sugarcane rum, as the float started out in the Samba Parade, headed for the Sambadrome.

But the float never made it to that destination. The drunker the revelers on the float became and the more intense the gaiety along the parade route was, the hornier the Brazilian men got.

Ned was horny too. He looked up at the greased up, youthfully beautiful, nearly naked Devin at the top center of the float and he ached for him. He could hardly wait to get Devin alone in the hotel suite.

Sensing the heat rising off the handsome American, the two Brazilians at his side went into heat themselves. The float began to waver, the driver now being heavily under the influence of the Cachaca. The first Ned sensed something was unusual was as the float was staggering off the parade route and into a secluded park area to the west of the Sambadrome. And then he realized that his harem pants had been lowered and that one of the hunky Brazilians was beginning to suck his cock.

Ned recoiled and started to move out of the grasp of the young Brazilian making love to his cock, but this only pushed him into the encircling arms around his waist of the other strong and large-built Brazilian who was kneeling behind him and had inserted his tongue in the crease between Ned's ass cheeks.

Ned looked up wildly at the top center of the float—just in time to see Devin's ass channel being breached by the chubby cock of one of four Brazilians near him. One of the Brazilians was crouched behind Devin and holding him up in the air, while two at each side of Devin were hold his thighs wide and the four Brazilian was hunched between Devin's thighs and slowly feeding his cock inside the young American.

Devin was having a ball. Laughing and swigging from a bottle of Cachaca and egging the Brazilians on. Wanting to be fucked. Having been put off by Ned too long in the losing of his virginity.

Over the next hour, Devin's ass entertained the vigorous cocks of four virile Brazilian studs, all five lost in the hilarity and freedom of the Carnival Rio, while Ned, looking helplessly on at the ruination of all his careful planning, was being fucked from behind by his own two Brazilian companions, in succession. Ned finally broke away and waved for Devin to try to do the same, but Devin just waved a friendly smile at his benefactor and smiled broadly as several Brazilian men who had been at the lower edges of the float now start mounting the tiers for their own turn with the highly receptive and achingly handsome young American man.

Ned waited for two days for Devin to return to him. But at the end of that time, he decided he was waiting in vain—and the interest he had had in Devin had waned anyway when Devin was no longer pure and just beyond his reach. Ned left Rio never to see Devin again, although he continued sending checks regularly. He had simply waited too long.



Wait for Dessert



Today had been a very long day. I couldn't wait to get home. Tonight, Vivian was going to cook for me. She is an amazing cook. She could take anything that you put in front of her and turn it into a delicacy. I unlocked the door to my apartment. As I opened the door, the mouth-watering aroma filled my senses. I stepped into the kitchen and there she was wearing nothing but an apron and high heels. Vivian turned to me and smiled. I could see her breasts pressing into the apron as she walked toward me. 

"Welcome home sweetheart. Are you hungry?" she asked, kissing my neck. 

"MMmmm," I moaned. "You look delicious. I am so hungry; I'm hungry for you," I replied, wrapping her waist in my arms and pulling her close. 

As our tongues danced, I moved my hands down and caressed her soft, round ass. A moan escaped from her mouth as she pressed up against me, slowly unbuttoning the first two buttons of my shirt. I could feel the bulge in my pants growing.

"You are going to love dessert then," she said biting my ear. 

Vivian loved to tease. She was full of surprises. She quickly moved my hands off of her and turned around and walked back to the stove. I followed behind her putting my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me, pressing my cock against her ass.

"Baby, I have to finish cooking, no more until after dinner," she said as she slipped out of my arms and bent to adjust the oven. Once more I followed. I knelt down onto the kitchen floor and kissed the soft, white flesh of her ass.

"Jack!" Vivian exclaimed, "I'll never finish."

"Just try baby," I begged. "I promise to be slow and gentle while you finish. You know I can't resist. You can't expect me to show up seeing you like this and not try to touch, not even the slightest feel. Just a nibble?" I pleaded. Vivian turned to me; only her apron separated my face from her pussy. I was so close I could smell her sweet perfume. She reached down and led me up to my feet. With her face in my chest, she brought her hands up between our bodies and pressed me away. "Sit down Jack. Have patience," she replied as she turned her back to me. Vivian loved anticipation and she refused to let me stop her fun. I enjoyed the torture. I gave up my pursuit and sat watching her from the kitchen table. She brought over a chilled bottle of white wine and handed me the corkscrew. I opened the bottle and filled our glasses.

Her body glistened as she cooked. " I wasn't expecting you home so early tonight baby," she said facing the stove. 

I kept finding my eyes traveling from her well-manicured toes in those strappy

5-inch "fuck me" heels that she was wearing all the way up to her tight round ass.

Whenever Vivian was naked in front of me I had a hard time not staring. 

"How was your day?" she asked. This broke my concentration.

"Long baby... too long . . . God! You are killing me! How can you expect me to stay seated when you are over there naked teasing me like this? This is torture. "

"You will survive baby, I have never heard of someone dying due to a

little self restraint." She said with a mischievous grin on her face as she turn walking seductively towards me with a plate in her hand. She walked closer and bent down to put the plate in front of me. Her breasts were now visible as she leaned in towards me brushing them close to my face. I moved in to try to kiss them and she pulled away kissing me on the head. My hands did manage to reach around and grab the soft flesh of her ass.

"Just be patient. I promise you that it will be worth the wait.

Tonight I want to take it nice and slow," she said walking back to get her plate. 

Vivian took a seat across the table. She knew exactly what I wanted and knew how to make me beg. As I took the first bite I felt her foot travel up my leg to my crotch. She was stroking my cock through my pants with her foot. 

Combined with how the food tasted I have never felt so much electricity.

I picked up my glass of wine and held it towards Vivian; she joined me in a simple salute. "Cheers," we said together. Vivian smiled as she sipped her wine and keeping my gaze she started to slowly move her foot from my crotch to the floor. I replaced my glass on the table and reached under grabbing Vivian's calf. I gently pulled her leg back toward me and removed her shoe.

As I caressed her leg with one hand and led her foot back to my cock with the other hand, Vivian filled her fork and brought it to my lips. I closed my mouth around the fork and inhaled deeply as the rich flavors intensified.

"Mmmm. You are absolutely amazing, Vivian," I complemented as she filled her own mouth.

My cock grew hard as she continued to stroke my shaft with her toes.

"Baby your cock is so hard!" she said, stroking it a little bit harder.

"I want to be inside of you so badly right now," I whispered.

"Patience my love. We still have two more courses, " She said taking the last

bite off her fork and pulling her foot away from my cock. Putting her shoe back on, she rose to her feet. I reached out, trying to make her to stay but to no avail.

"Don't move baby," she instructed as she walked over to the refrigerator bending over and I could see her pussy lips slightly parting, her lips glistening begging for my tongue. The suspense was killing me; I was burning to hold her and feel her. She put the plates into the sink and turned to look at me. Holding my gaze, she walked slowly to me and stopped just in front of me then moved even closer to straddle my lap. Vivian slowly lifted the apron over her head and let it fall around her hips. Waves of excitement rushed through me as she pushed her breasts into my face, the apron hanging loosely on her hips. She hadn't let me touch her much tonight so I was curious to see how far she would let me go now. With my hand on one breast, I brought my lips to her other one slowly taking it into my mouth. Gently, I started to suck. Moans escaped her mouth and I brought one knee up to meet her pussy. I could feel her warmth on my leg as she started pressing down a little harder. I now realized that she was struggling to resist me just as I was struggling to resist her. Suddenly she got up and moved away. I tried my best to pull her back down to me but she moved too quickly. She was going to continue her tease. "Follow me," she demanded holding one hand out toward me. I reached up and she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room. She sat me down on the couch and stood over me with her left hand pressed to my chest so I was kept at arm's distance. Her right hand disappeared behind her apron as she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the arm of the couch. My hand immediately went to touch her beautiful legs. When she brought her hand out from behind the apron, she pressed her fingers to my mouth. 

Her fingers were wet and I could taste her sweetness in my mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening to me; I could hardly contain myself.

Vivian was in complete control and I loved it. She brought her fingers out of my mouth and held them at my lips as if to tell me "Shhhh" and said, "I'll be right back." She walked back into the kitchen.

I savored her taste in my mouth and I could smell her in the air. She arrived with another bottle of wine, this time a red, and placed the bottle in my hands along with the opener. She left again as I opened the wine and filled two fresh glasses.

When she came out next, she had a couple of plates. She sat down on the couch next to me and took a sip of her wine. She picked up a piece of sushi and fed it to me. After feeding a few pieces to each other, I reached behind her and untied the apron that still hung on her hips. She took the apron from me and began to fold it. "Close your eyes," Vivian instructed as she smiled up at me. I did as she said. I felt her tying a silky scarf around my head so it covered my eyes. "No peaking. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue," she directed. I obeyed. I felt the soft skin of her breast come up to my mouth and she brushed her nipple across my tongue. I tried to close my mouth around her nipple but she kept moving and my tongue soon discovered that she held a piece of sushi between her tits. It was incredibly erotic eating this raw food off of her luscious body. I had never done this before. My cock sprang to attention again and she took notice. She placed her hand on my pants and started working with the button. Easing down my zipper, my stiff cock sprang forth and she wasted no time at all. She stroked the entire shaft and I let out a moan from sheer relief. She continued directing my tongue over her body letting me eat this food off of all of her beautiful curves. Vivian's moans let me know how much she enjoyed feeding me this way, making me work for my food. Not being able to see added to the mystery. I too fed her but she would not allow me to place anything on my body. She would only eat from my hands. This went on for a while and she continued fondling, stroking, and even sucking my cock between bites. I was about to explode. Right before I was about to come, she stopped, stood up and reached her hand out one more time and led me to my feet. She pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. 

"Are you ready for dessert?" She asked as she removed my blindfold and smiled down at me. 

"Yes I am!" I said taking my cock in my hand and giving a few strokes.

"You aren't allowed to touch yourself baby," she said. "I am the only one that can touch you tonight. And you are going to have to wait until after dessert." 

This was almost too much, but I agreed to play by her rules. She got up, walked over to the stereo, turned on some music and walked back into the kitchen.

The sound of music filled the room and the minutes seemed like hours. 

"She came back into the bedroom with a bowl of strawberries and a bowl of warm chocolate. "We are going to play a little game," she said. "I am going to dip a strawberry into this chocolate and then rub the chocolate across me. 

Your job is to trace every chocolate mark with your tongue." She climbed into the bed and placed the bowls next to her. All I could do was moan. She started by licking the strawberry and then plunging it into the melted chocolate. She ran the chocolate in delicate lines from her lips down her neck. My lips and tongue were not far behind. She then brought it down to her nipples and stopped and placed the strawberry on her left tit. I savored the moment, I had been waiting to give her body such full attention. I devoured the strawberry as she grabbed for the next one. She traced along across her chest until she reached her right nipple and stopped again. Again I followed and devoured the strawberry only this time I took a little more time, enjoying the chocolate and the way that her nipple became erect in my mouth. I love sucking on her tits and I had been waiting all day to do this in a more complete way than she was allowing. She continued on, reminding me that we had a game to finish. She pushed my head away and picked up the next strawberry and traced from her right nipple down to her navel and stopped. I kissed and licked her belly for only a second when she presented me with the next strawberry. She held it just in front of my lips, then slowly brought it from her navel down past her pussy hair and placed the strawberry right between her wet pussy lips. I looked up at her and she smiled.

My tongue followed the faint trail of chocolate down from her navel and across her lower belly, I kissed and licked my way toward her clit. "How do you like your dessert baby?" she asked as she ran her fingers through my hair pulling me into her wanton mound. My lips met her clit and I lapped, flicking my tongue up and down then back and forth. I could hear Vivian's moans growing louder. I slowly continued to lick then I closed my lips around the strawberry. I finished my dessert but wanted more so I thrust my tongue into her wet cunt. Vivian let me continue and encouraged me by pulling my face deeper into her pussy. "Enjoy your dessert baby!" Vivian moaned, rocking her pelvis as I continued fucking her with my tongue. She tasted incredibly sweet, her smell was incredible tonight and I loved it. I felt her pelvis rocking faster and I knew she would come soon. "Oohhh. Mmmmm. Fuck, baby. Fuck." she moaned as she came. I sucked up her sweet juice before moving up to lay next to her. "You make a great dessert Vivian," I said as I kissed her full, pink lips. "Mmmm," she responded. 

"I'm glad you liked it. I told you it would be worth the wait. Now can I have mine?" she said as she moved down and kissed the tip of my cock. 

Vivian continued to lick and kiss encouraging my shaft to grow longer and longer. She began to suck on the tip. I lay back my head and moaned with enjoyment. I could still taste her sweetness on my tongue as I felt her pull my whole cock into her mouth. "Your cock tastes good, baby," Vivian said lifting her head and looking up at me. I love watching her and holding her head while she sucked me

"My cock needs to be deep inside of you baby," I whispered pulling Vivian up and over me. She lowered her sticky body down onto mine and my cock slowly entered her hot, wet pussy as her lips met mine. It felt so good to finally have what I had been craving all night.

Vivian was insatiable. Her pussy felt so good devouring my cock. She was so wet, I could feel her wetness dripping between my legs. I could tell that she was excited to have me inside of her. She just looked down at me and smiled. 

"Baby, your cock feels so good. It is so deep inside of me right now." 

I knew that it wouldn't take long tonight. She had had me at the edge since I had walked in the door. 

"You have to let me know when you are coming, baby." She said as she moved her hips back and forth on my cock. "I want to come with you tonight. I want my dessert inside me tonight."

Hearing this sent me over the edge and I knew that it wouldn't be much longer. She continued to fuck me. She wasn't going to stop until I exploded. She was milking my cock with her pussy. She felt so good. I couldn't resist her any longer.

"Oh baby, I think I am going to come." I shouted

"Baby come for me, I want to see your come." She said as she unmounted me and quickly brought her lips down onto my cock and started sucking me. 

My cock erupted in her mouth. She kept sucking, wanting to get every last drop of my come in her mouth. After I was finished, she looked up to me with her beautiful green eyes and smiled. 

"Mmmmmm!" she said "You make a pretty good dessert your self sweetheart." As our lips met again. 

"I told you it would be worth the wait"



Wait For Him To Go First



In the summer of 1995 I met a guy from Finland at a bar on Thursday night who was in Savannah for the Olympic regatta qualifier. I brought him back to my apartment; we had sex and I gave him his first blowjob. The next night I met a medical student at the same bar and told him to follow me home. As we walked up the steps to my apartment I saw Finland standing by the door. I told the medical student that Finland was my boyfriend and that he could not be with me tonight. Finland and I went immediately to my bedroom and I went down on him again and later we had sex twice that night.

The next day, Saturday, I went out drinking with my friend Jen and I met a guy from Sweden, we were having fun drinking and talking at a bar and I asked him if he would take me home. Arriving at my apartment, we sat down on the couch began kissing. He was squeezing my breasts and my nipples were getting hard as he began to unbutton my blouse. When my top was open he unhooked my bra and my large tits spilled out for him to play with. My nipples began to tighten, as he rolled them between his fingers. Lying back, I hiked my skirt up a few inches, inviting him to feel more of me. He moved over me, one foot on the floor his other knee between my legs as his hands fondled my breasts. My fingers unzipped his pants and I felt his cock pressing against his underwear. I slid my hand in fiddling with his boxers until his dick sprang out. Grasping it, I began stroking, back and forth, my fingers dancing lightly around his shaft. He pushed the crotch of my panties aside and he slid two fingers over my damp pussy. His hands were moving freely all over my body as we kissed. We continued on the couch for several minutes and I was dripping wet when he pushed two fingers inside me, as his thumb traced light circles around my clit. I opened my legs a bit more, he continued groping my breasts and teasing my clit while my fist tugged quickly on his cock. He stopped fingering me briefly and his hands slid to my hips and worked together to pull down my panties, quickly sliding them down over my knees and past my ankles, discarding them on the floor. I lifted my hips up and hiked the bottom of my skirt up over my waist giving him an unrestricted view of my mound. He moved over me again and I continued with the hand job. His breathing was becoming shallow and rapid. The vein underneath his shaft began swelling, his pelvis thrust forward suddenly, as his cock began pulsing, spewing ropes of thick, white cum across my stomach and breasts. Three or four thick streams flew out as I continued jacking him off massaging his dick in time with the surges of his eruption. 

I thought to myself "That was quick." 

But a knock at the door interrupted the moment. I pushed my skirt down and hastily closed a couple of buttons on my blouse as I got up to answer the door. I took a Kleenex from the box by the TV and cleaned the load off my stomach before opening the door. When I opened the door I was shocked to see Finland standing on my porch.

He said "Hi, baby, I thought I'd come over again." 

I said to him "You can't stay. I've got somebody else in my apartment right now. You need to go." 

Sweden heard us talking and came to the door; he and Finland recognized each other from the regatta and they started talking. So I stepped aside and let Finland into my apartment. As Finland walked in, I saw him looking at my purple panties lying on the floor. The crotch of my panties was dark with moisture and I blushed when he looked at me. They began talking in some Scandinavian language and the two shared a quick laugh as they both looked at my panties and then at me. 

Sweden turned to me and asked "So how do you know him"? 

I explained "I brought him home with me Thursday night and he came back over on his own last night. I guess he wants to hook up again." 

Finland said that he had taken a cab from his hotel and would need a ride back if he could not stay with me tonight. Both men looked at each other and I knew instantly that there was going to be a problem if I didn't act quickly. 

I turned to Finland and asked him "Will you sleep out here on the couch tonight"? 

But the irritated scowl on his face told me that he was not going to be satisfied with sleeping on the couch. We both knew why he'd come back here tonight. I could tell that Sweden was also becoming agitated. I had the feeling of panic building in my gut. I thought quickly about the situation. Sweden and I were just on the couch a few minutes ago and he wanted to go to bed with me. Finland on the other hand had spent the past two nights with me and now he was back for a third night. I needed a solution that we could all accept. The question was; why were they here, what did they both want? The answer was obvious; they wanted to have sex with me. I could tell one or both of them to leave or let them both stay. If I told them they could both stay I could let them proceed on my terms, and the taboo idea of letting two guys fuck me tonight was strangely appealing. 

Looking at them I said "Ok guys, nobody has to leave, you can both stay. I know you both want to fuck me tonight and if you're willing to take turns then I'm game. But I mean it, one at a time. No gang bangs." I insisted. "That way" I continued "You'll each get a chance to get what you want." 

Sweden looked at me and asked "Both of us tonight"? I said "Sure, but not at the same time." 

I said "I'll do it if you'll go one at time." 

They spoke quickly to each other in Scandinavian and then they looked at me and nodded in agreement. The next question was who would get to go first and who would be waiting on the couch for his turn? If I left the decision up to them, it would probably result in an argument.

So I turned to Finland, "Look, I brought him home tonight, we've been fooling around already. I can't ask him to sit out here and wait on the couch and then turn around and take you to bed. It's not fair, first come first served so to speak. Besides, you've had me already." I reassured him, "When he has finished with me, I promise, I'll come out and take care of you." 

Remembering how quickly Sweden had cum earlier, I leaned in and whispered in Finland's ear. "He doesn't take too long. I'll be back in ten minutes, tops." 

Reluctantly Finland nodded his head and agreed to wait. I took Sweden by the hand and in a flirtatious voice I said "Looks like you're up first. Come on let's pick up where we left off." 

He was grinning ear to ear as I lead him into my bedroom. Closing the door behind us I turned to face him "Are you ready to get started"? I asked.

His hands went straight for my blouse and released the two buttons that were just barley covering my tits. "I think this is where we left off." He said. 

Both of his hands were on my chest and I began to undress him. He slid my blouse down over my shoulders and then pushed my skirt down, and soon we were both naked. His small flaccid dick was hanging down and I gently wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave it a few tugs. Both of his hands immediately returned to my breasts, I could fell his cock in my hand but it wasn't swelling. He leaned in to suck on one nipple and his other hand slid between my thighs, two fingers exploring the lips of my pussy. Calluses on his long finger slid gently back and forth over my clit. 

I moaned and whispered in his ear. "Ohhh, that's nice, you can put your dick in there whenever you're ready." 

His mouth released my tight nipple. "I may need a few more minutes before I'm ready again." 

I understood what he was saying; he'd just cum about twenty minutes ago and might need some more time before he could get hard. I began to kiss down Sweden's chest and stomach, moving purposefully down his body; my hand continuing to lightly stroke his soft dick. 

When I was kneeling in front of him, I said "Let's see if this helps." 

I took his dick in my mouth and started to pleasure him. His reaction was instantaneous. I could feel him swelling quickly now. Filling my mouth nicely as my head slid down the length of his shaft and then slowly backing off. My lips sucking on the head as my hand caressed his balls. I continued sliding my head back and forth along the length of his growing erection, easily taking most of him into my mouth. I kept sucking; his hands were gripping the back of my head, silently urging me to take more of him deeper into my mouth. I could feel it twitching in my mouth, the tip just barley pressing against the back of my throat. I opened wider and took whole thing in my mouth. 

He let go of my hair and said to me "I'm ready. Lay back on the bed." 

Looking up at him I nodded ok and let his cock slip from my lips. I stood up, ready to let him inside me. Crawling into bed on all fours, I lay down and brought my knees up, spreading my legs waiting for him to follow me. But he remained standing at the foot of my bed. 

Shaking his head, he said "No, over hear. Come over here so I can stand up and play with those tits." 

He was tapping the corner edge of my mattress. I agreed to his request and scooted down to the corner of the bed where he was standing. Once again I brought my knees up and spread my legs for him. My hands pulling back on the outside of each knee displaying myself fully to him. 

I slid one hand down my thigh through pubes, and over my pussy lips, tracing circles around my clit with my finger, I asked him "Like this? Is this how you want me"? 

Nodding yes, he took a tentative step forward positioning himself between my open legs. He was standing over me with a hard on clearly ready to begin. His eyes were fixated on my breasts and I could feel the tip of his cock against the wetness of my pussy but he hadn't entered me yet. 

I looked up at him and said. "It's ok; go ahead...put it in." 

His hips pressed forward cautiously and I felt the tip ease inside me. He pushed forward, sliding more of his shaft in and I half closed my eyes accepting the full feeling of his cock inside me. 

I moaned as he entered me for the first time. "Mmmmmm that feels good." 

His hands resumed playing with my large soft breasts, pushing them together, massaging and squeezing them, fingers twisting and working my erect nipples as he began slowly, rhythmically thrusting. 

He was taking his time, fucking me slowly in no hurry to finish and I let out a few moans of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. "Mmmmmm. I like that." I told him.

My breasts swayed back and forth slowly in rhythm with his measured deliberate thrusting. As I lay there watching him fuck me, my thoughts shifted to Finland who was in the other room waiting for his turn with me. The past two nights with him were fresh in my mind. I'd gone down on him both nights and he'd fucked me in the missionary position once the first night and twice the second night. I was sure that he would want another blowjob tonight and that in all likelihood I'd wind up on my back again underneath him as well. Two men in one night, the idea was still incredibly thrilling and oddly decadent to me. 

My attention returned to Sweden as a moan of pleasure unexpectedly escaped my lips. "Mmmmmmmm." His slow, steady, shallow pumping was gradually beginning to quicken. Each stroke was a bit more forceful than the last. After only a few minutes I could feel the hair on his balls lightly brushing against my ass. I was surprised at how strongly he had me impaled, how steady and unrelenting his thrusting was becoming. For some reason I had expected him to cum quickly again, but his was not the case. Glancing fleetingly at the end table clock I saw that about five minutes had past since he'd first entered me and he showed no sign of being close to finishing. 

I found myself raising and lowering my hips in rhythm with his pumping. My moaning was growing with his thrusting. The more I responded to him the harder he fucked me. His wet cock was sliding in and out of me faster and with more authority. His hands were locked on my breasts as he continued going at me. The measured and steady acceleration of his thrusting was now driving him into the hilt, making my body shake noticeably from the impact of every stroke. I could hear my headboard lightly tapping against my bedroom wall, my old mattress was squeaking in tempo with his thrusts. 

My moans of pleasure were turning to cries of delight and encouragement. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, that's it. God yes, keep going!" 

My urging seemed to give him focus and soon he was slamming his cock into me with all the determination and force he could muster. I urged him on as his hands continued groping my breasts. I pulled my knees back further exposing my clit to him. He kept fucking me; his pace was now relentless, his smile gone replaced by a look of concentration and focus. His face was covered in sweat and my headboard was slamming into the wall loudly and I knew for sure that Finland would be able to hear this intimate moment between Sweden and myself, and I didn't care. Hooking my feet behind his back I continued rocking my hips, grinding my pussy against his pelvis, shoving up to meet his every thrust. He was going at me wildly now with short quick piston like strokes, balls slapping against my ass, his hands moving from my chest to grasp my waist holding me in place. My heavy breasts were now no longer restrained and began to swing out of control as each powerful thrust drove into me. He seemed to be focused on making them bounce as much as possible. Reaching up I grabbed them myself, pinching my nipples. I could see his face begin to change, and I knew he was close to finishing. I was grinding my pussy against him trying to help drive him over the edge. 

Grunting he told me "I'm close. I'm going to cum." 

Clamping my thighs tightly against his hips I urged him forward. "It's ok, come on...come on." 

He cried out and his whole body quivered as he tried desperately to hold in his load. But it was no use; he'd lost control, his face contorted as he thrust into me a few last times grunting as the damn burst and he came inside me. When he finished, he collapsed on top of me as if he'd been shot. Struggling to catch his breath his head lay across me as his erection receding. I hugged him, his body was covered in sweat, chest heaving. He rolled off of me after a few moments and I dropped my legs onto the bed, my feet hitting the floor, a stream of his cum running down my ass. I shot a quick glimpse at the alarm clock; seven minutes had passed since I'd last looked, twelve minutes in all plus a few minutes for the blowjob, I guessed Finland had been waiting for a little more than fifteen minutes. 

Sweden moved up to the top of the bed and I said to him "I have to go, he's waiting for me." 

I got out of bed and put on my short green satin robe and walked into the bathroom. I quickly checked my hair and makeup, applied a light mist of perfume and cleaned myself up for Finland. Turning to open the door I paused convinced that he would have been able to hear everything that had happened while I was with Sweden. Would he be irritated about having to wait for his turn with me? I was about to find out. Stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind me I saw Finland sitting on my couch naked; he stood up as soon as I walked into the room, smiling at me. 

"Did you think I'd forgotten about you?" I asked. 

His cock hung down to mid thigh and it was already swelling as I walked toward him. There was no doubt in my mind that he'd heard everything and was very much turned on. 

I sat down with him and said "I told you I'd come out and take care of you as soon as he'd finished with me. It took him a little longer than I thought, but none the less, here I am all yours." 

He looked at me and said "I could hear you from out here, you two were really going at it. I thought the wall was going to fall down." 

I replied "He got me a bit worked up toward the end." 

Finland smiled and said "It sounded like he was having a great time with you." 

I shrugged and said "I'm sure he enjoyed himself." 

I scooted closer to him, my hand reaching out to grasp his bulbous cock head, his dick was pulsing with excitement as I started stroking. His breathing was rapid as I stroked his shaft; he turned to me, kissing the side of my neck, a hand slipped inside my robe to feel a breast. His hands were big and strong and completely covered my ample breast giving it a soft squeeze. The warm soft kisses on my neck felt good but I knew he wanted more. 

I thought to myself "Showtime." 

I shifted my body to kneel in front of him looking up I saw he had a huge grin on his face, sitting back on the couch, arms out to each side, his erection was inches from my face. Resting my forearms on his thighs, my right hand curled around his shaft gliding up and down in a twisting motion, my left hand lightly caressed his sack. My lips moved closer to the engorged head as my hand slid up and down. The tip of my tongue teased the underside of the rim and snaked slowly over the head. 

I looked up at him and asked "Is this what you came back for"? 

He moaned as soon as I my mouth made contact with his cock, my breasts brushing against his inner thighs. I licked along the head and underside of his long thick shaft slowly as it continued throbbing with excitement. This was the third blowjob I'd given him in as many days and I was still impressed at how large his dick was. He let out a low deep moan, as I teased his balls a bit with the tip of my tongue. He was ready for me to begin in earnest now. I opened my mouth and took in as much as I could in one long slow lazy motion, sucking on him hard, my tongue pressing his head against the roof of my mouth. He rested a hand on my head and helped guide me to the rhythm that he wanted. I dove down on his erection, my breasts pressing against his thighs through the satin of my robe. It was much too big for me to take completely into my mouth, so I worked my other hand up and down his shaft, slick with saliva. He filled my mouth and I sucked on it eagerly, hoping my enthusiasm would make him cum quickly. My tongue was dancing along the underside of his shaft as he applied a bit a pressure to the top of my head coaxing me to try and take even more of it into my mouth. 

I'd been blowing him for several minutes when he said to me "I'm getting close. Keep going...don't stop...don't stop." 

I went faster. My full breasts had slipped out of the robe and were swaying against his thighs, as my head worked up and down on his cock, preparing for the inevitable. 

His voice pleading with me "Don't stop...don't stop; ohhh god, keep going, keep going...don't stop." 

I kept going; my lips, tongue, and hands were working together in concert on his shaft and balls. 

"Let me to finish in your mouth this time." He begged me. 

This was a new development. The past two nights I'd finished him off with my hand, letting cum on my chest but tonight he wanted to finish in my mouth. 

"Let me cum in your mouth." He said again. 

I decided to agree to his request and gave a quick nod of my head, mumbling "Mmmok." 

Seconds later, I detected the salty taste of pre cum on my tongue and I knew he was on the verge of erupting. Both of his were hands gripping my hair as his back arched and his hips bucked forward suddenly. 

I felt his nuts tighten slightly in one hand, "Here it comes." I told myself. 

His dick began pulsing and the first shot of his warm cum exploded forcefully into my mouth.It splattered across the roof of my mouth, peppering the back of my throat with half a dozens of little cum shots. His first shot was followed immediately by four or five much larger blasts that sprayed against my throat in rapid fire succession. Hot jets of cum were erupting into my mouth as if they had been released from a geyser. He kept cuming; his cock pumping out huge quantities of warm jiz as I continued sucking on his head, drawing it out of him. My mouth was quickly filling with his load, I had to swallow. Gulping it down between spurts, I awaited the last of his orgasm which gushed out smoothly, sliding over my tongue. I gave it a couple more gentle sucks and lifted my mouth from the head; he slumped back on the couch spent. 




Wait For Him To Go First



He was smiling at me as I swallowed again his erection deflating. I winked at him and said "Wow, that was a big one." 

We sat together talking and watching TV for about thirty minutes. It was getting late and I wanted to go to sleep, so I stood up to go back to bed with Sweden.

"Goodnight, there's a blanket and pillow over there on the love seat, I'll see you in the morning." I said to him. 

But before I could walk away, he took my hand, begging me. "Don't go. Stay a bit longer please." 

I looked down at him, thinking to myself "I knew it, he wants sex." This was exactly how it had been the past two nights with him, oral then sex. 

I asked him "You want to fuck too"? 

Looking me in the eye he replied "Yes, I want to fuck you again, just once more before I return home." 

The moment seemed to linger with neither of us speaking, an awkward silence was growing. I understood why he wanted me to stay; he'd remember these nights with me as his one of his special Olympic "experiences" for the rest of his life. 

Breaking the silence I asked him "The blowjob wasn't enough?" 

He shook his head. "It was wonderful. But I want to have you again." He pleaded. 

"When do you leave"? I asked. 

Shrugging his shoulders he mumbled "Tomorrow. I fly home tomorrow afternoon."

I considered his pleading; he wanted to have me once more before leaving and I'd known from the start that this was probably how the night was going to end. 

I said "Ok, I understand sweetie...if it means that much to you, we can have sex one more time. How do you want me"?

He replied without hesitation. "Here on the couch, lay down, on your back." 

I turned towards him and sat down adjusting my robe. Laying back I swung my legs up onto the couch and asked him "Do you have any special requests, for your last fling with me?" 

A huge grin crossed his face. He replied "Oh, I think I might be able to dream up something memorable." 

My thighs began to separate for him when I was fully reclined. He swung around, positioning himself to kneel between my opening legs. His fingers darting in and immediately beginning to untie the sash of my robe, flipping open each side revealing my naked body. He smiled at the swell of my full breasts, his eyes locking on the puffy wet mound of pubic hair glistening between my legs. He knew that soon he would be inside me again and his cock was standing at attention. I arched my back and gave my shoulders a quick shake, making my tits wobble back and forth. 

Teasing him I said "I'm still wet, what are you waiting for?" 

Leaning over he buried his face in my breasts and I pushed them together against his face. He slid his hand down my thigh and I could feel his cock pressing against me. Bringing my knees up I spread my legs wider to accommodate him as his hands roamed freely over my body, pawing at my massive breasts. He lay between my thighs, supporting himself with both arms, the weigh of his body pushing down on me. His erection was pressing against my pelvis and I could feel it throbbing with anticipation. I reached between us with one hand and gripped his shaft with two fingers to guide him in. The probing head separated the hair and folds of my saturated lips parting them instantly. I let go as soon as the tip was inside me. I closed my eyes anticipating the first thrust, my arms hugging the side of his back, my hands gripping his shoulders, my hips pressing forward as he entered me. 

"Uhhhh" I moaned involuntarily as his first stroke plowed deep into me. 

He began pumping immediately, deep, hard and fast, it felt as if his cock were attached to a jackhammer. My body was shaking wildly from the relentless impact of every long powerful stroke. My arms and legs hugged him tightly, helping me ride him while he fucked me. My breasts were rocking back and forth in unison with his plowing, my nipples dancing across his chest and I could hear our flesh slapping together as he went at me. I was beginning to cry out loudly as he fucked me. His hammering was tremendous and after a few minutes, my head and right shoulder were being pushed off the couch with every thrust. I locked my ankles behind the small of his back, put one hand on the floor and wrapped one arm around his back to keep from being driven off the edge of the couch. 

He slowed his pace seeing that I was about to be pushed over the edge. "Do you need to move"? He asked me. 

I told him "Let's just do it on the floor." 

He withdrew from me and stood up. I moved off the couch and on to the floor resuming my position on my back, legs open. He knelt over me again and rubbed the underside of his shaft back and forth between my wet lips, tapping the head on my clit, making me giggle. He hooked his arms under my legs and grabbed my hips, lifting them off the floor, knee walking my ass upward until I was resting on his thighs. 

"Put your legs on my shoulders." He instructed. 

As I swung my legs up onto his shoulders, I instinctively knew that from this new position he was going to be able to get really deep inside me. 

"Is this that special request"? I asked. 

He responded by pushing the large head in, and then slowly eased in about half of his pole. It felt enormous. I hadn't had any problems with his size in the past; sure he was big, but it hadn't been too much for me to handle. But now in this new position it felt like he was going to be too big for me. My breathing was becoming shallow and rapid my fingernails were digging into his wrist. 

Sensing my concern, he looked me in the eye, and he asked "Ok"? 

I replied "Yes." 

He pushed forward, working in another inch or two. I was struggling to adjust to the unusual angle and his enormous girth. I took a big breath, trying to steady myself. 

"You can do this, just relax." I told myself. 

"Ok"? He asked. 

Gasping, I replied "Yes." 

Thankfully he paused before pushing the last of his shaft in. Looking down at me he asked "Do you think you can you take the rest"? 

I replied. "Yes, I think so." 

Pushing forward again, he pressed the last of it home. I was just now beginning to regain my confidence that I could indeed handle all of him. The next few strokes he slowly buried himself up to his balls inside me, grinding his hips against me when he could go no deeper. Reaching forward he cupped my breast, pinching my nipple.

"Are you ready"? He asked me. 

I nodded yes. The jack hammering resumed. His powerful thrusts landed all he had inside me and I squealed with delight. Our flesh was slapping together I could hear the loud wet smack of my pussy against his pelvis. He continued fucking me for a long time as if he was on autopilot, and I pushed my hips up to meet each stroke. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my bedroom door open and Sweden walked out. Finland stopped thrusting for a moment as we both looked over at Sweden. 

He told us "Don't mind me I just need to get something to drink." 

He walked to the kitchen and opened my refrigerator. Finland slowly resumed. Feeling exposed for some reason, I looked up at Finland and whisperer "Wait for him to go." 

But Finland shook his head "Just ignore him." He said and resumed his assault, his strong hands holding my hips in place. 

Sweden walked out of the kitchen, drinking a Coke and watched as Finland fucked me. I could see his eyes moving back and forth, watching as my breasts bounced freely on my chest. Finland had his back to him but I was watching him, thinking that he might have want to try and get a gang bang going. But he continued moving and walked back into my bedroom. 

Finland continued riding me. After a few more minutes, he slowed suddenly and grunted loudly, quickly thrusting downward pressing all of his length inside me. He was on the edge; I could feel his shaft throb with one immense pulsation inside me. He was cuming. I could feel it deep inside beating against the walls of my pussy, again...and again...and again pumping out his load. He arched his back and held his hips against me, as if he was trying to press the head of his cock into the depths of my belly. When he'd finished, he released my hips and slumped backward exhausted.



Wait For It



This is not a sex story but more of a revenge type story. Comments are appreciated and welcomed. It is a product of my mind, pure fiction.

I don't know how much longer I will survive my betrayal of my husband, five years ago. I know there's a bullet coming with my name on it but when, where or how I don't know. I need to get this down on paper before it happens so the whole world will know the cost of cheating I have to pay. Let me start from the beginning.

It started the year my boys were on summer break from school and I sent them to a very nice summer camp as we always did. Ron was 17 and Jerry was 16 at the time. My husband, Robert, was on a mission for the military to some South American country. He was a Major and led a Green Beret A-team and had been gone for two weeks already. I had just finished with two of my secret lovers from the local frat house and sent them on their way home. Another one would be here the next day and the day after that, well you get the picture. I had a young stud servicing me every week day except Mondays when two brothers came together. It started three years ago when I was invited to go to a frat party with one of the football players that had been fucking me for a month. The word got out I had a thing for young men with large cocks and I had boys hitting on me all night. I know I consumed a lot of beer that night and was taken to a bedroom. I took on everyone that wanted a piece and gave it to them happily. By morning I was one well fucked woman. I don't know how many loads I took in all three holes but I was leaking like a sieve. My hubby would be gone for another month at the time. I made arrangement with several of the guys to visit me while the boys were in school. That started a series of affairs that had gone on for three years already. My kids and husband never found out as I was so careful not to leave any clues.

As I said the two brothers had just left me and I was headed for the shower when the doorbell rang. I answered it wearing a robe and nothing else underneath. There stood two Captains I had never seen before but they had the silver wings of a Green Beret on their chests.

"Mrs. Robert Johnson?"

"Yes, that's me!"

"I am Captain Mitchell and this is Captain Rodgers. It is with deep regret that Major Robert Johnson was killed this morning in a plane crash in South America. We don't have all the details nor do we know if his body can be recovered at this time. The plane went down in hostile territory and the entire team was lost."

That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up later on the couch with my sister, Julie, wiping my face with a cold damp hand towel. The two Captains had picked me up off the floor and called her from the emergency contact card they had. They left when she got there and my brother was on his way there from work. She got me up and gave me a glass of water them took me to the shower.

"Listen Robyn, I don't want to know anything about what you have been doing but judging by the amount of sperm running down your legs and the puddle on the floor where you collapsed, I'd say it was no good. I cleaned the puddle up and now you better wash the rest away before my husband, your brother, gets here and sees it. If you weren't my sister I'd call you a fucking slut and a whore right now and walk away from you. Now you have about 45 minutes before Al gets here to clean up and get dressed like a decent woman should be. I'll be in the living room after I pour a cup of coffee. Now move bitch."

I got my head together and showered and dressed quickly. My husband was killed while I cheating on him and now my brother's wife knew about it and quite possibly those two captains too. What was I going to tell the boys? Would Julie tell on me? My stomach lurched and I threw up in the bathroom sink. If anyone had seen those contents there would be no doubt what I had been swallowing all morning. I rinsed it all down the drain and brushed my teeth and rinsed out everything. I looked in the mirror and saw my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying I was doing. Every time I thought about what I had been doing while my husband died I would cry harder. Julie finally came and could tell the way my shoulders were heaving that I was racked with sobbing. She helped me back to my bed and sat me down while she dabbed my eyes with the tissue from the box on the night stand.

"Robyn, we'll help you get through this and help the boys too. When it done you and I will have a sit down girl-to-girl and heart-to-heart talk and you will have to answer some very pointed questions. No lying or deceit from you will be accepted. I won't tell anyone what I saw today either."

"Thank-you Julie. I am feeling so bad right now. Why did this have to happen now? He only had three more years to retire and be with me forever after that."

"Maybe you are being punished by a higher power. Al is here and he wants to make sure you are ok before he goes to the camp to get the boys. Don't worry about telling them, he'll break it to them gently and be there for them then bring them home."

Julie and I went out to the living room and Al held me for a few minutes rubbing my back. He said he would be back with the boys in the morning. The camp was 12 hour round trip drive so watch for them in about 14 hours. As he was leaving two women showed up and said they were from the base officer's wives club and they came to see if I needed anything. They told me the military will handle all the funereal contacts and take care of everything for me. The base Chaplain would be by tomorrow afternoon to talk to me and the boys. All I could do was nod to them. I was crying so hard I couldn't even talk. They sat with me while Julie changed the sheets and blankets on my bed and putting them in the washing machine. As the news spread like wildfire, friends dropped by to offer their condolences and made sure Julie had their phone numbers in case I needed any thing. A colonel from base security stopped by to collect any records Robert may have had but since he didn't bring anything home there wasn't anything to collect. He offered his deepest sympathy and left. 

When everyone had gone for the night Julie gave me a sleeping pill and put me to bed and she slept out on the couch. I slept fitfully through the night, even the pills didn't stop the nightmares. I awoke the next morning feeling like I had been run over by a runaway truck. By the end of the day I wished I had been. Julie must have heard me stirring around and brought me a mug of coffee to help me wake up. She gave me another pill and said it was a low grade sedative to help me get through the day, her doctor prescribed them for me and she ran and got them earlier this morning. She told me a Richard Marten had called and expressed his sympathies. I gasped as I remembered he was the frat president and was supposed to come today. Julie said he had heard about the death on the news this morning and cancelled all my appointments until further notice. He was one of my first lovers three years ago and was still one of my weekly liaisons. This was to be his last year anyway as he had graduated and would be leaving for law school soon. I would have to call him later when I was alone and thank him for everything.

Julie made me eat breakfast then a light lunch as the visitors came and went throughout the day. Al came in with my boys; they looked like they had been crying for hours too. They ran and hugged me and we cried together in a group hug. Al brought their gear in and had them go put it away in their rooms. Once again the officer's wives club wives showed up with food stuff already prepared so my visitors and family could have food and refreshments. One older woman told me she was Jerri Stockman and I realized she was the Commanding General's wife. She handed me a list of names, addresses and phone numbers and said they were the wives of the team that was with my husband. Julie took the list from me and made floral arrangements with a local florist for delivery to the wives in my name and credit card with a note that I would call on them when I was able to. The rest of the day the boys and I put up a brave front to all our visitors. The chaplain came by and said a mass memorial service was scheduled for Thursday afternoon for all the families. Individual services could be scheduled too whenever we wanted it. Since the bodies couldn't be recovered and it was doubtful they ever would be, only memorials were being planned. Al and Julie were the only family we had left so a big private memorial service wasn't necessary for us. Each wife would receive the tri-folded flag before the 21 gun salute and TAPS was played. The salute was being formed of all Green Berets and they were all friends of my husband's. All were volunteers too. Finally the visitors stopped and Julie fed me another sleeping pill and sent me to bed. The nightmares kept coming back all night. Wednesday was almost a repeat of Tuesday.

By Thursday I was a nervous wreck. I was still taking the sedatives and now anti-depressants. We went to the memorial service and it was beautiful. Julie led me around to the other widows so I could tell them how sorry I was with their loss as well and hear mine from them. We all got together for a group hug and crying jag after TAPS was over, each carrying our flag. We were all Green Beret's wives except the two pilots of the aircraft but we welcomed them into our group hug as if they were. General Stockman came up to the group and told us a heavily armed body recovery team was being allowed in tomorrow morning by helicopters. The country's government approved the humanitarian effort for a search and recover effort. The 25 man team was already in the air on their way. We went home after that. Each widow was having an open house for friends and family that afternoon and evening. Julie prepared for mine on Friday. Al took me to each house so I could pay my respects for the men that served under Robert. I was on the last of my strength when we left the last home and Al took me home. I thanked my brother for his help and I cried on his big shoulders while he held me tightly. Julie fed me another sleeping pill and I slept very well that night, no nightmares to haunt me.

Friday Morning came and I woke up feeling better than I had since I got the news. Julie gave me the anti-depressants and another sedative just before the open house. One by one the other widows came in and paid their respects to me as I had done and a couple stayed for quite a while but most left soon afterwards. This was to be the last time I saw most of them as they separated to go to wherever their families were at. Such is the life of a military family. By Friday night I was mentally and physically exhausted and another sleeping pill knocked me out.

Saturday morning came and after we all had breakfast the boys asked if I would take them to the gun range today. They used to go every Saturday when Robert was home to practice. Robert had taught them well. Al said he would drive us so we went. They boys went to the still targets first and shot expert scores, then on to the moving targets. I kept hearing them mutter something before every shot and I leaned in closer to hear what they were saying. Both boys were leaning into the rifles and saying "Wait for it." Then when everything lined up they would fire. I was surprised when I saw the targets; almost every shot was a kill shot to the head. The range master told me these two were the best non-military shooters he had seen in a long time and even then they were better than most of the military shooters as well. Robert trained them well.

Monday afternoon General Stockman came to the house and told me the recovery team wasn't able to recover any bodies. The aircraft had literally exploded into a fireball in the air and the fire consumed everything inside the plane. Whatever was left the animals and insects finished. The only remains they found were semi-melted dog tags for all 11 men. Once again I had his heartfelt sympathy. Julie sedated me into a deep sleep once again.

The summer came and went, the boys returned to school, Ron as a senior and Jerry was a junior. Their fellow classmates gave them both a hearty welcome and the school offered their sympathies as well and life went on. Then the first disaster hit, College Football. I was watching it on tv with the boys as the local college was playing a distant college and there was my first lover on the field. He was running the ball toward the goal post to score the winning touchdown. He crossed the line and when he raised his arms in victory his head exploded on national TV. We three sat there totally stunned as the channel went to a commercial real quick. It was all over the news for days; a sniper on the roof of a school building had fired the shot that killed my former lover. It became the talk of the town for weeks after that. No one had any idea who the shooter was or why he had been chosen as the victim. The police were stumped. The night of the shooting Richard Marten called me from his new campus. He told me the new frat president called him and reported that Richard's journals had been stolen from the records hall. He told me the journal's never mentioned my name in them but every lover I had was listed with dates and times. The dead players name was first on the list. I almost passed out when he told me there was a record kept and I got dizzy when he told me the last part.

It was three days later when the national news announced the death of Richard Marten as the result of a sniper shooting on his campus. He had been studying in his dorm room when the shot shattered the window and his head next. The shot came from tree over half mile away. No clues to the sniper were found. This time the police visited me as my name and phone number were on his rolodex. They showed me a photograph of a letter he had gotten the day before and all it said was "Wait For It." When I came to, they asked what it meant. I told them that was what moving target shooters said as they waited for their target to line up with the crosshairs of their scopes. My husband had taught that to my sons and they said it when they fired the kill shots at the range. The police LT. told me that the same letter had been found at the football player's room, I went down again. Now the police were interested in me and my connection to the victims. I didn't tell them they were both lovers of mine; just that I knew them both from around town and that seemed to placate them for now.

Over the course of the next two years my former lovers all died one by one at the hands of the sniper. The two brothers were the last to go. The police came to me every time and they had all received that same message the day before, "Wait For It." At some point they found out that all the victims had been sleeping with me on a regular basis when my husband was out of town and kids were in school. Somehow the word got out and the people in town started pulling away from me. Even my boys left home and wouldn't talk to me anymore. Julie came to check on me once in a while but she didn't stay long either. Both boys joined the Army when the graduated high school and went to sniper's training and applied to the Special Forces school. I wasn't invited to basic graduations and was told not to show up there either.

I had to remove graffiti off my garage doors as someone painted Slut, Whore and Bitch on it several times. People in town looked at me a just sneered in disgust at me. Men kept hitting on me for a fuck date when their wives weren't around. I hadn't taken a lover since the day my husband died and would never again either. I finally had to move a couple hours drive away where I wasn't known by anyone and only the boys, my brother and his wife knew where I lived now. I had attempted suicide twice and was seeing a therapist, taking anti-depressants daily and going to sex addiction group meetings. I was losing weight and looking very old now for a woman that was only 40, I looked 60. I didn't care anymore, I wanted to die. Al and Julie visited with me weekly and tried to snap me out of the funk I was in. Without my boys I didn't have the will to live anymore. I was responsible for the deaths of 10 young men and it ate at my very soul.

Now on the anniversary of Robert's death I am looking at the letter I got in today's mail. Those three haunting words "Wait For It." I am waiting for it and I am welcoming it when it comes. My will is written and at the lawyer's office, my burial expenses are paid off. I called Al and Julie when I got the letter and told them good bye and asked them to ask my son's to forgive me please and asked for theirs too. They both gave me theirs and I hung up the phone. I am sitting in front of a big picture window while typing this on my laptop. The curtains are open to the daylight and I am facing the window. I am making the head shot that is coming an easy one.

As I sit here looking at the street wondering where the shot would come from, a military police car pulls up in my driveway with its red and blue lights flashing. I watch as two officers get out and the first thing I see is the glare off the silver wings on their chests. Somehow they look familiar to me and as they came up to the door and walked in without knocking I see it is my two sons. The military police car pulled out and left after the driver put their bags in the entryway. Both boys came to me and hugged and kissed me. I heard three shots ring out in the afternoon air and both boys looked at me and Ron told me it was over, the sniper was dead. They told me I was forgiven by them and the Green Beret take care of their own. I don't know who the sniper was and no one will ever tell me if it was Robert or not. I have my boys back and that's all that matters now.



Wait For It



Anne hadn't had sex in high school, but she knew sex would come. She wasn't anxious about it. She didn't know when the sex would come, but she was confident it would. All she had to do was wait, and sex would arrive like a beautiful, unexpected present all wrapped up in fancy paper and tied with an elegant bow. That's the way she wanted it to happen. 

So on Tuesday in Anne's bedroom when Clinton Delphy pushed down his jeans and his penis popped out and pointed at her, she just smiled inside. Here it was! She was very excited. Soon she was going to open her legs and let Clinton push his cock up inside her pussy. It was going to be her first time forever, and Anne anticipated putting this long-awaited gift in her mental scrapbook. She wanted memories. She wanted to study this penis, her first, carefully, because when she thought about this moment afterwards, she wanted to be able recall it to her mind exactly like a photograph. She wanted to be able to close her eyes lie back in bed with her hand between her legs and see it bobbing before her. She wanted the excitement of her first fuck to be there for her always. 

She had never really seen one like this, all swollen and bouncy. She leaned forward from where she sat on the edge of her bed and stroked his cock with her fingertips, admiring its thickness and smoothness. She had in mind what she was going to do. Her friend Marian had told her that they liked having their cocks sucked, even though you didn't actually suck on them but rather made your mouth into a sucky pussy and let them fuck your mouth. She wanted to please him, so she took him in her mouth. She was a little surprised how little taste a penis had. It was warm and smooth and meaty, nothing more. She didn't know what she expected it to taste like but she thought it might be gamey or salty. She sucked gently and made her mouth go up and down slowly. She could tell that Clinton Delphy liked what she was doing. That was good. He was breathing hard and stroking her hair. Sometimes he gently fucked her mouth and when he did she felt his balls and put her hands on his ass cheeks. 

The only problem with this blow job was that while she was sucking him she couldn't look at his cock, and she wanted to look at it. She wanted to memorize Clinton's hard-on. Would he let her take a picture of it with her cell phone camera? She took his cock out of her mouth and holding it gently between her fingers and thumb she examined it, occasionally licking its head so Clinton would remain engaged and let her continue doing what she wished. She liked its soft little top helmet with its violet edges. She liked the vein that snaked down its shaft. She liked the tight bag of balls. She liked the way it swelled near the top and rose out of its nest of curly dark hair. It was simple, and very exciting. And it was hers. She put it back in her mouth and tried to swallow as much as much as she could, pushing it back down her throat as far as she dared. Clinton groaned. Anne smiled as much as any girl could smile with a cock in her mouth. 

She had just taken it out again to catch her breath and do another penis survey, when something unexpected happened. Clinton groaned, his penis gave a lurch and ejaculated a squirt of hot cum into her open, surprised mouth. What! Anne was, to put it mildly, surprised. "Oh, yes," said Clinton. A second squirt struck her nose and chin. She flinched.  She simply didn't know what to do. She froze. "Oh, pull it! Pull it!" Clinton begged excitedly. She pulled.  (She didn't know what else to do and it seemed an emergency.)  Another eruption of goo oozed from Clinton's cock and fell in a great sticky string onto her blouse.  "Oh, more! Once more!"  Clinton was in agony. Anne pulled hard several more times, milking his sticky cock as though it were a cow's teat. A few more trickles came out. Clinton body shuddered and he closed his eyes. Clinton obviously felt good. 

Anne did not. This formerly stiff thing which she held in her hand from which she had expected so much was now shrinking, drooping, getting wrinkly. Anne didn't want that to happen. She still had all her clothes on and nothing had happened. She had been left out. The stuff in her mouth was not very pleasant tasting and she wanted to wipe her face, but she was concerned how doing that would look to Clinton. She didn't want to appear to be saying, "Get this stuff off me!" But that's how she felt. The gob on her nose threatened to run down her face. The smile inside her had faded. 

Now Anne could have wept. Marian hadn't told her that a man could come in her mouth after a few licks and sucks. She wanted more! She wanted to be fucked, to be naked and have her tits felt. She wanted to take a picture and paste this forever in her book of girlish memories. The Day I Got Fucked photograph, edged with frilly paper, showing her legs in the air and a cock stuck up inside, was supposed to be glued in her album. How was she supposed to remember this? Shit, shit, shit! She wished she'd never sucked his dick.

Clinton was embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry, Anne. I didn't know that was going to happen. You just got me really excited and I couldn't hold on. I've been thinking about you all week and I guess I got too worked up. You felt so good and I just..well, you know."  

Anne still didn't know what to say. She wanted to say something but the fact that the gob of spunk on her nose was making its way toward her upper lip and that she hadn't decided whether to swallow what was in her mouth or spit it out kind of took over her mind. Politeness failed her. She decided she had to swallow. She wouldn't be able to say anything coherent if she didn't. She gulped and it was gone mostly.

"I was just a little surprised, Clinton. I was having a good time. I wanted to make you feel good. Can we try again?"

"Sure. I'll call you this Friday.  We can go out."

Friday was not what Anne had in mind. Anne had in mind trying again right now, not on Friday. But she saw how this was going. Clinton was already pulling up his pants. He had leaving in his mind, not foreplay. "That would be nice, Clinton. I'd love to." she said sadly. And then Clinton was gone and she was alone.

At least now she could clean her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked used. She felt used. A hot washcloth repaired the damage and mouthwash took away the taste. Anne brushed her teeth just to make sure the goo was all gone. As she brushed, she heard a male voice saying to someone, "I came in that bitch's mouth and then I dumped her." In her mind she went to the bookshelf, took down her memory album, opened to My First Fuck and tore out the page. The mental picture surrounded by frilly paper was torn into a billion little pieces and flushed down the toilet. Poor Anne. She would just have to patiently wait a little longer for good things to show up on her doorstep.

On Wednesday Anne went to see Marian at the little apartment on Bear Street that Marian shared with Fiona Tate. Fiona would be working so she and Marian could be alone together. Marian would listen sympathetically to her story. When she rang the bell Marian peeked out around the door.

"I was hoping it was you. I'm naked already. Come in."

Anne came in and naked Marian ran on tiptoes back to her bedroom where she sprawled on her back on the bed and held out her arms to Anne. Anne undressed,carefully folding her clothes, and got into bed, giving Marian a chaste kiss on the lips as she lay back beside her. 

Marian was her best friend. They had grown up together.  When they were alone together they often took turns masturbating each other. Marian said it was always better when someone did it to you than when you did it to yourself. She was right. They had been doing this together for many years. They used to meet after school at Anne's house on Wednesdays, smoke a joint in the backyard and talk. Marian was the more "experienced' of the two and suggested to Anne one day when they were feeling high that she teach her about masturbation. They went up to Anne's pink, suburban bedroom, took off their clothes and Marian fingered Anne's crack until she came. For Anne the world changed that day. She hadn't imagined something could feel so good. Then Marian explained to Anne what she wanted her to do and showed her how to do it. 

Anne quickly learned to enjoy giving pleasure to her friend. Sometimes she told Marian little sex stories will she was rubbing her clit about boys they knew in school, telling her how big their cocks were and how it would feel to be fucked by them.  One Wednesday Marian went down between Anne's legs and licked her. Anne was a little squeamish at first about having Marian tongue her pussy, but it felt really good and when Anne had her orgasm it was big. Anyway they didn't do "eating out" much and Anne could never bring herself to lick Marian. 

It was Marian who had taken Anne's cherry with a very big, rubber dildo she said her parents had hidden in their bedroom. Anne had liked the big dildo inside her and fantasized that she was being fucked by Michael Winter, a boy she liked at school while Marian fingered her with one hand and pushed and pulled the rubber dick with the other. Marian only brought the big fake cock a few times because she was afraid her parents would miss it. Anne liked it so much she searched her parent's room to see if they owned one of their own, but her search was not successful. She couldn't picture her parents using a big rubber dick, but Marian told her never to underestimate other people's sex lives. Lots of people did stuff you would never expect. Anne didn't find anything she didn't expect.

Marian lay back on the bed with her eyes closed and her legs open, one knee cocked up. Anne sat cross-legged next to her with her finger deep in Marian's cunt. Marian had a large sex. She was much more hairy than Anne. Anne's pussy was sparsely furnished, small and puffy like a girl's. Marian's had big, dark lips that became swollen when she was fingered.  Marian always said that Anne did her better than anyone. Anne sometimes wondered who else made Marian cum with their finger but mainly she took it as a compliment. Certainly, she couldn't imagine roommate Fiona fingering Marian. Fiona seemed entirely oblivious to anything sexual. 

Anne sometimes wondered whether Marian was a lesbian but Marian seemed to like going out and getting laid.  They shared everything and Marian had never told her about an experience with another woman, so Anne didn't think Marian was a lesbian. They were just girlfriends who frigged each other. Anne surely didn't think of herself as a lesbian and she was doing to Marian what Marian was doing to her.  

She settled into making Marian's pussy wet and sloppy and to make her cum harder than she had ever cum before. And she knew how to do it because she knew that good things weren't rushed. 

While her fingers circled Marian's slippery bump, Anne's hands felt Marian's tits and touched her nipples gently. Marian had nice breasts, Anne thought. She leaned forward and took one of Marian's nipples in her mouth and sucked, pressing her face hard into the warm softness and worrying the nipple back and forth as she sucked. Marian murmured encouragement. 

The nipple hardened and Anne flicked it with her tongue. Anne sucked harder and squeezed the other breast gently before she moved her mouth to the other nipple and sucked it hard. Back and forth she went from nipple to nipple, pulling and tugging with her mouth.  The finger below began to move faster lubricated by the wetness that began to flow in Marian's hairy, dark crevice. Marian's hand found Anne's thigh and gripped it. Her hand sent messages about the state of Marian's sexual tension. 

Sometimes Anne's finger went faster and pushed harder on Marian's clit, jolting her. The hand squeezed harder and fingernails dug into Anne's thigh. Moans began and "Oh,yes!" was heard more than once.  Anne felt herself getting aroused by the feelings she was creating in her subject. She moved on.

The fingers of her right hand never stopped stimulating Marian's now fully-erect, little female penis while two fingers of her left hand entered Marian's cunt and began to finger fuck her. Marian was wet. She was breathing hard and a warm redness suffused her chest and neck. Anne could smell her, a warm milky smell. Marian's body began to struggle on the bed. The other hand, the one that was not painfully communicating with Anne's thigh, was pulling on the sheets. 

"Did I tell you I got fucked today, Marian? My cunt is still wet. He had a big, cock with a great big head on it. I took him in my mouth and sucked on it like you told me to do and made him all slippery while he fingered my pussy. Then he shoved up me hard. Having a hot cock up inside you is one of the best feelings, don't you think? I let him put it in from behind and fuck me like a dog while I reached back and felt his big, hairy balls. And then I sat on top and went up and down real slowly. It was so big, Marian! And he played with my tits while I fucked him. Then after a while he said he wanted to put it in my asshole and I told him he could and I bent over and spread my cheeks for him and he put that big, slippery thing against my asshole and just slowly, slowly pushed it all the way in. Marian,....."



But her story was interrupted.

"Oh, fuck me," groaned Marian, "I feel so hot! Please fuck me!"

One of the fingers that had been exploring Marian's cunt withdrew and moved down from the cunt to a place below where it moistly circled Marian's tight, wrinkly hole and pressed gently as if it wished to go inside. Marian's pleasure exploded. 

"You fucking bitch. You are going to make me cum!" Marian gasped.

The fingertip knocking at the wrinkled door slid in just a little bit and tugged gently at the sphincter muscle and then slid slowly as far in as it could reach and flexed. The other finger, the one on Marian's hard little man in the boat never stopped moving. A second finger and then a third spread Marian's tightest hole. Anne knew what Marian liked. Marian started to cum with a jolt and a cry. She roared with pleasure, her body arched.  

"Oh yes, yes, yes! Oh, yes! I'm cumming!  Do it...Do it! ...Fuck, yes!"

Great waves of pleasure swept her body. Marian's hands gripped her own breasts squeezing them hard and her hips fucked Anne's fingers. She arched her back and twisted. And then she shuddered and fell back as all the sexual tension was released from her limbs and the peaceful calm that follows flooded through her. She sighed and small tremors continued for a little and then she seemed to Anne to just float silently on her feelings for a full minute. A smile came to her face and Marian stretched. Had she been a cat she would have purred.  Then she gave Anne a hug and a kiss on the mouth that was not a chaste kiss.

Anne decided that the story of the blow-job-that-failed could wait until another time. Marian rolled over and opened the drawer of her bedside table and took out a big green jelly dildo. 

"Your turn," she said.

...............................

Anne met Ritchie after the movies on Friday night. A whole bunch of them went to eat pizza afterwards and Ritchie was there with Lydia Palmer. They sat at a big round table and laughed and drank beer. Ritchie smiled at Anne a lot and afterwards he asked for her phone number which she gave him. Then they all went home.  Anne watched TV for awhile and was thinking of bed when the phone began to ring. It was late and she thought about letting the machine pick up the call, but answered it anyway. Ritchie was calling. He was outside. Would Anne like to go for a little ride? Anne said she would come down. They drove around for a little while talking and listening to the radio and then Ritchie pulled into an alley and parked behind a dark building. 

He asked if he could kiss her. Anne said yes and soon she and Ritchie were sucking face and trading tongues. Ritchie's hand was under her clothes and feeling her breasts through her bra and Anne's hand was down undoing Ritchie's belt so she could stick it down inside his pants and feel his dick which she had already squeezed several times through his pants. When Anne reached down and grabbed her newest cock, Ritchie's hand went up between her thighs and pushed aside her panties and went straight for her swollen little bud. 

Oh, Annie really liked that. She was hot. Two minutes of that and Anne told him that she wanted to be fucked right now. They tried to do it in the front seat but there just wasn't room in the front seat. "Outside," said Ritchie. He led her to the building. "Turn around and take off your panties and open your legs." Anne kicked her panties behind her and put her hands against the wall of the building. She was nervous that someone might come and see them but she was also excited to be fucked. Let them watch! 

Her skirt was lifted and then she felt a big, hot, hard, cock get pushed up inside her. Oh, that was good! Her legs trembled and she pushed herself back to get all of it. She didn't care if anyone was watching. "Fuck me," she told him. 

Ritchie smacked his cock into her so hard her breath was jarred out each time he thrust. "Ooof! Ooof! Ooof!"  She wanted to reach back, grab her cheeks and hold them apart so she could get it deeper inside, but she couldn't take her hands off the wall. Ritchie was holding her hips and he was holding her too hard but she didn't want to say anything because he might stop. Anne was wild with excitement. 

She was standing on tiptoe and her arms ached from holding herself away from the wall. He felt so big and so hard! The violence increased as Ritchie sensed that he was going to cum. They both gasped and struggled and then Ritchie rammed his penis as far into Anne as he could and with a groan shot his stuff into her.  

Anne felt electric. After a minute her heartbeat began to return to normal and she regained her senses. She covered her exposed parts and stood up. Ritchie was leaning on his car, his head hung over as though he'd just finished a race. He was breathing hard. 

"Why don't you come home with me?" said Anne.

"I can't. I have to go."

"No! Why?"

"I just have to. It's not what I want but it's what I have to do."

"I liked it and I want to do it again. I'd like to do it again upstairs in my bedroom with you."

"I liked it too, but I have to go. I'm due at work in ten minutes. I work at night."

Ritchie drove her home. Anne she was disappointed in herself. This was her first fuck and, though she felt stupid about it, she had never really gotten to see Ritchie's penis. She'd felt it, but she'd never actually looked at it. She was sure it was bigger than Clinton's but Clinton's had never gone up inside her so she wasn't sure. So, no photo in the scrapbook of sexual memories. If they'd gone upstairs she could have taken her time, memorized its length and features. She had to admit that she had been thoroughly fucked. That was a good thing. She could be happy about that. And she might get a second opportunity. 

As she went up the steps she remembered that her panties were still lying on the ground in some alley in the city. She didn't care. She hurried in. Anne wanted to look at herself in the mirror to see if she looked different somehow. She felt different. She certainly felt sticky between her legs.

..............................................

Marian called and said she was having a little party and could Anne come over and help with that. Anne went over.

Marian peeked around the door. She was naked. Why was she naked?

"Hi. Ted is here. Come in. I want you to meet him."

Ted was a polite young man. When Anne came in, he rose from the couch to greet her. He too was naked, holding a joint in his left hand. His long penis wasn't erect and bobbing about like Clinton's but it had probably been hard recently. It was not droopy, but thick, long and it curved out and down like the path of something thrown from a building charted on graph paper. Its one eye looked down on the prospect of his right big toe. He was not circumcised. Anne had never seen an uncut one before and she immediately wanted to inspect it.




Wait For It



"I am so glad to meet you, Anne. Come and sit down with us on the couch. We are watching TV. Come join us." Ted grinned. 

When Marian had phoned and asked her to come over she hadn't mentioned that she had company. Apparently Marian's party had started before the planning process was complete. Anne wasn't sure how she felt being in a room with her best friend and a naked man whom she had never seen before. She was a little reluctant and almost said that she hadn't know Marian had company and that she'd come back later, but she didn't. She was interested in that penis. She took a seat on the couch next to Ted and when he passed her the joint she took a long inhale and held it. Dope was the only thing Anne ever smoked and she wasn't very good at it. 

Marian sat down on the other end of the couch and gave Ted a big open-mouthed kiss. Ted and Marian hadn't been watching a TV program. On the screen an older woman with very short dark hair was sucking the cock of her very young boy friend. The sound was turned off. Silently the woman swallowed that teenage dick over and over again. Anne had never seen pornography before.  She liked watching the teenage dick, though she saw only the portion of it that wasn't in the woman's mouth. Was she his best friend's mother?

"I'm sorry, Anne," said Ted, "If you're going to sit on the couch and watch fucking on the television, the rule is that you have to be naked." Marian laughed and reached over and grabbed Ted's cock, shaking it to make it hard again. "I like having a party at my place," Marian said, "Let's have a good time."

Anne rose, took another toke, and decided she would like a good time after all. Ted watched dreamily as she unbuckled her belt and slid her jeans down over her hips. She unhooked her bra and, slipping out of the straps, pulled it slowly from her sleeve like a magician and threw it over her shoulder. Marian nearly fell off the couch she laughed so hard. Anne swayed her hips and tried to dance like a stripper. She wasn't doing a very good job she thought, but Marian and Ted seemed to enjoy her efforts. Marian squealed like a happy little girl. 

Anne turned her ass toward Ted and lowered her panties down to the point where she was sure he could see the girlish lips between her legs and then slowly pulled them up again. "More! More!" said Ted. She turned again and began to unbutton her blouse slowly swaying to imagined music. When all the buttons were undone she briefly showed her right breast and then flashed her left, and then her blouse was off and she was squeezing them and pulling on her nipples. Ted clapped in approval. 

Anne moved close in front of Ted, pushed down her panties and stepped out of them and then she turned and bent forward pushing her bottom back toward Ted, reaching back and pulling her cheeks apart so he could see her sex. When she felt his fingers touching her cunt she turned and looked directly at Ted and said, "I want you suck my pussy, Ted. I want you to lick it and make me hot. And maybe while you do what you're told, Marian can suck your dick." Anne climbed onto the couch, standing astride Ted, her cunt pushed into his face.  

Ted's tongue levered those tender peachy lips aside, found her soft spot and began to explore.  Oh, he felt so good!  Anne was panting already.  She wasn't going to last very long before her moment arrived. She turned and saw that Marian was between Ted's knees her head bobbing on his big dick. Anne remembered Clinton's cock exploding on her face.  All of a sudden it came to her that, while Ted's tongue felt really good, doing to him what Marian was doing would provide her with the opportunity to study this new and different penis. She and Marian just had to switch. 

She proposed this to Marian's bobbing ear after she had managed to get off the couch without disturbing the ongoing cock sucking. "I'll suck him and you get licked." Marion didn't seem to think that a bad idea and Ted's tongue soon began to explore new folds, or perhaps to retrace a well-traveled track.  

There it was in front of her. She fisted it, opened her mouth and swallowed as much as she could.  It was sticky and salty in her mouth, unlike Clinton's bland tasting erection. It likely had recently been inside Marian's vagina. It struck her that it was marvelous how different men were, as though their cocks represented what was most personal and individual about them. 

Was this one better than the others? It was just different and that is what made it exciting. She began to think about all the other penises there were out there that she hadn't seen and how different each one might be, big, stubby, dark, hairy, long and skinny, with big balls or a knobby cap. She wanted to see them all. She just felt so good about cocks and she smiled to herself before she once more went down on Ted's member.

But then Marian was coming down, pushing her aside. As Anne watched, Marion got on her knees and settled herself on a penis still wet from Anne's mouth. It went all the way up inside Marian's ample pussy and then began to fuck her vigorously. The sounds of sex filled the apartment and Anne knew it was Marian's time and not hers.  

She sat on the couch beside them and watched the two go at it.  They were both not paying much attention to her or even to each other, but energetically pushing on to get to what they wanted. They struggled with increasing violence against each other as they got closer and closer. Marian got there first and began to hump Ted's dick wildly, gasping and crying out and whining.  Ted arrived soon after and lifted Marian off the cushions as he strained to stuff it as far in as he could get it.  

And then they were done, panting and spent, kissing each other in congratulations on a job well done.  On the TV a different couple was fucking next to a swimming pool.

Anne could not say that she didn't feel left out. She wanted to be fucked as well, but Marian was her best friend and Ted belonged to her. It was right that she was the one who got fucked. Anne was generous, but not being fucked was still not very much fun. She gazed at Ted's penis, now shrunken, its head covered with wrinkled foreskin. She wanted it hard again and she wanted it inside her and she thought she might know a way to make that happen.  But she'd have to wait for Ted to recover a bit.

She watched the muscular man on TV put his penis in the crouching, poolside woman's backside and stroke her with it gently while she made pleasure faces. Anne thought that having a big thing in your asshole must hurt a lot. She wasn't sure she ever wanted to do that. Anne wanted them to do something else but they didn't for quite a time until the man pulled out and squirted his stuff all over the woman's back. There was a lot of it.  The movie went on to another couple. She was a lot younger than he was. A babysitter?

Anne made Ted move and went and sat by Marian.  She put her arms around Marian and began to stroke her breasts, gently pinching her nipples.  Marian put her hand between Anne's legs and rubbed her pussy.  It was all quiet and slow. Anne stroked and sucked and they kissed with tongues touching. Marian's finger went inside. Anne hoped that Ted was watching but she paid no attention to him.

"Let's go get on the bed," Anne said and she and Marion rose and went into the bedroom.  They lay down on the bed and began finger each other. Naked Marion rolled on top of Anne and began to make fucking motions with her hips. 

"Do you want the big cock, Annie?" 

"I want to eat you first, Marion."

"What a good idea."

Marion rolled off and spread her legs wide. Anne knelt between them, ass in the air, and put her mouth down over those swollen dark lips and licked. Marion loved it. Her hips fucked Anne's mouth as she was tongued and she talked.

"Eat my pussy you dirty little bitch. Lick it! Oh, yes, that's good...Not so hard...A little faster...Oh, lick it, Annie, lick it!"

Marion lifted her legs and held them wide apart and Anne's finger went up Marion's sloppy cunt and then down to her tight little anus.  Anne made Marion wait for it. Marion's legs bounced in anticipation and when Anne's finger finally pried open Marion's tight little sphincter, Marion roared with pleasure.

"You are such a sweet bitch, Annie. You are fucking me so good."

It was at this moment that Ted's penis came on stage. Had he heard all the commotion come into the bedroom, or had he been watching for a while? To her great delight Anne felt the head of his dick being rubbed against her pussy lips and then felt it come inside and slide slowly all the way up. Oh, it was big! Anne pushed her finger all the way up Marion's asshole.  Marion gasped.

"Oh, Ted, she's fucking me. She is really fucking me. Can you see she has her finger in my ass, Ted? I am going to cum soon and you can watch me cum. Do you want to see me cum on her face, Ted?"

Ted did not reply. While Ted fucked Anne, Anne fucked Marion. That was hard for her to do because Ted's long, uncircumcised cock was interfering with her concentration.  It was definitely the biggest cock that had ever been inside Anne.  But she made herself concentrate because she wanted this to last as long as it could. She had to go slowly. She tried to make her tongue go slowly in Marion's cunt, but she could tell that Marion was close to the edge. Marion didn't want to go slower.

"Oh, Annie! I'm going to cum so hard. Make me cum, Annie! Make me cum."

So Anne slid another finger in Marion's tight place and fucked her with two fingers until Marion wailed and began to cum violently holding Anne's face hard into her bounding pussy.  

In response to Marion's orgasm Ted began to fuck Anne in earnest.  The big thing went faster and poked her deeply. Anne felt hot all over and the heat seemed to gather in her pussy. She felt strange as though she was in a dream and then all of a sudden she knew she was going to cum and when she did it smacked her hard and she cried out. Ted's big thing got even bigger and then he too was cumming. And soon they were all lying naked together in a pile on Marion's bed and laughing and kissing. Anne was very, very happy.  

She wondered. Would Ted let her take a picture of his dick? Maybe he'd fall asleep and she wouldn't have to ask.



Wait For Me Next Time



Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2005 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted. 

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Copyright Chris Auld 2005. All rights reserved.

Synopsis: A long time casual friendship takes a surprising but welcome new direction at a party.

***

So here I am at a party with my wife and another 20-30 couples at your house. We have been there for a while and everybody is enjoying the plentiful wine. You come over and talk to me about the usual things - kids, the weather, how good I am looking tonight. Whoa! Where did that come from? Our conversations in the past had always been very 'correct'. So I do the only gentlemanly thing. I say "If I looked half as good as you, I'd be fighting off admirers all night." Your blue eyes sparkle as you whisper "Well who said you have to fight me off". And you turn and walk away with your hips swaying as your light summer cotton dress clings to your ample curves. As you thread your way across the room, your long, naturally wavy brown hair flows down your back to emphasize the cleft of your sweet bottom.

Stunned, I stand there for a few minutes while the rushing in my ears slows to a point that I can again hear what the people around me are saying. Half-heatedly joining in their conversation, I begin to wonder if I had imagined it. This doesn't happen to me every day. Having been married for over 20 years, I am not really used to anything other than gentle, social flirting with other women. This seemed way more direct than I could ever have expected, and, although my wife has told me that I am quite attractive to women, I long ago gave up thoughts of being a stud. Now you on the other hand are in your mid-40s and very cute. Much shorter than me (I am 6' 2" and you are maybe 5' 3") and very fluid in the way you walk and talk. You are definitely not skinny, thank goodness. Soft, and rounded without any bulges would describe your figure well. But what really sets you apart is the way you have of looking directly and deeply into my eyes with a hint of a smile playing across your lips while we talk. Very unnerving. I have often wondered what you were thinking. Now I don't know what to think at all.

I start to pour myself another glass of wine from an almost empty bottle, when I hear you say from behind me "Oh dear. It looks like we need some more wine from the cellar. Will you come and give me a hand?" Of course there is no way I can refuse, is there?

We go down to the basement and you bend down to read the labels on the wine bottles on the lowest rack. As you do so, your dress falls away at the front and I can clearly see your smallish, firm breasts unconfined by a bra. What a beautiful sight. I guess I am too engrossed in the view because you look up and catch me. "Do you like what you see?" you say, standing up. I can't tear my eyes away from your breasts. Your nipples are now clearly visible through the cotton. "I think that is the most beautiful sight I have seen in a very long time." I reply looking into those sparkling blue eyes. "Then you will really enjoy this as well." you say, turning your back to me and bending over as if to read the labels again. The cotton of your dress now falls deeply between the cheeks of your bottom. There is no hint of a panty line to be seen. 

Astonished, and with my heart beating loudly in my ears, I drink in the beauty of your shapely hips as they sway from side to side. Then, to my amazement, you back up into me and start to grind your bottom into my now hugely erect cock that is straining at my pants. Holding your hips in both hands, I press back at you. I slide a hand down one of your legs and then back up again until I am cupping a soft cheek through the cotton. Oh my god. What a feeling. Now I do the same with my other hand but this time up under your dress. With a deep groan you spread your legs further apart. I raise your dress over your hips exposing your soft, naked bottom and the flare of your hips as my hands slip between your thighs and my fingers slide into your already slippery wetness. As my fingers tease around your clit and slip into your depths, my thumbs gently circle and press your rosebud. Soon, with trembling hands I step back a little and unfasten my pants letting them fall to my feet. My boxers follow and my cock springs free fully erect with its thick head already glistening with pre-cum. I rest my cock along the crease of your bottom and feel the softness of your cheeks gripping along its length as your ass rises and falls. I bend my knees and let my cock slide between your legs so it glides along your sopping pussy lips. I feel one of your hands strumming your clit and the other pushing my cock into the tight entrance to your waiting pussy. "Do it. Do it" you hiss and thrust yourself backwards impaling my aching cock deep into your hot cunt. We stay fully joined for what seems an eternity but is probably only a few seconds. Then we fuck. And fuck. And fuck. You push yourself back against me with your arched back emphasizing the swell of your hips and the roundness of your wonderful ass. I lean forward and palm your firm breasts under your dress as your nipples dig into my palms. I thrust myself into you and pull out until only the tip of my cock is in you. And then thrust again, pull out, thrust again and again. My cock glistens with your juices and your engorged pussy lips alternately cling to my cock as I pull out, and compress as I thrust in.

This is just raw fucking. No finesse, just two people fucking. No thoughts about anything other than getting off. And of course we do just that – we get off. You stop moving and shudder while panting rapidly. I drive into you one more time and feel my balls empty themselves as I throw my head back and spurt deep into your pussy. We're sliding slowly against each other reveling in the dying sensations as we recover when, from behind us, we hear a voice say, "I only caught the last minute or two. Next time, you should wait for me." We look around to see my wife standing just inside the doorway leaning against the wall with one hand down the front of her loose summer pants; her fingers visibly moving while her other hand cups one of her generous breasts. 

But that is an entirely different story.



Wait Here



“Hey baby, wait here," he said to her as he began to get up and walk out the bar.

"Where are you going?" she asked reaching out to him.

"Listen, we have been through this before. I go where I want and when I want, so don't ask me any stupid questions and you won't get stupid answers."

She looked at him with hurt eyes and he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. He gave her a side glance and said, "Wait here, don't go anywhere until I get back." Then with a flick, his lighter was aflame and he lit his cigarette as he headed out the door of the bar. Then he was gone. 

I sat and watched as she turned back towards the bar4 looking into her drink. She was a real beauty but her evident sadness diminished her looks leaving just a sad countenance for the world to see. I stared at her but said nothing as I sat in my corner chair wondering what could bring such a beautiful young woman to this point where she is putting up with such an arrogant asshole.

She just stared into her drink and let the ice melt as she continued to twirl and twirl the swizzzle stick in her drink. There was a clock above the bar but she didn't once glance at it. She was content on waiting for her beau, her man, her lover as he ordered. 

A couple of hours passed and it was getting late and the bar was about the close. She stared at the door now, probably wondering when he would come back. But I knew he wasn't coming back. Probably by this time he was in some apartment fucking some other woman, some cheap tramp he picked up and leaving his beautiful, sad woman, all alone. 

I sipped the rest of my drink (seltzer with lime) and walked over to her.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

No answer, just a stare and the rather obvious attempt to become invisible by not acknowledging me.

So I let her sit in silence and walked out the bar. I walked over to the cab that I should have been driving now but I was no mood to drive tonight. My mother had died a few hours earlier and I did not want to drown my sorrows but I did drown in my sorrows. So I went to my favorite watering hole, drank my seltzer and lime (been sober for five years), while I observed the living, prayed for the dead and wonder which ones were better off. 

As I started the cab, there was a knock on the window. It was my beautiful, sad princess, so I rolled the window down to hear her.

"Could you take me to Brooklyn, please?" "I am off duty, sorry."

"Please I will never be able to get a cab at this time and I don't want to take the subway. I have money if that what you are worried about."

"Get in." 

She opened the back door and slid in the cab. I looked at her in the rearview mirror. 

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"Right across the bridge." and then titled her head back and closed her eyes. Damn, anytime someone says right across the bridge they mean Bed Stuy or East New York. 

As we drove towards the bridge I asked her, "Do you remember me?"

Her eyes opened as I spied her in the rearview. "No I don't, could you remind me, I am really tired."

"I was just in the same bar you were in I said 'excuse me' to you but you choose to ignored me," I said trailing off waiting for her reaction.

"Oh, I am sorry but I was a million miles away I didn't even notice you." she said then she realized what she said, "I mean I was preoccupied."

"Well all I was going to do is ask you if you needed a ride, ironic huh?"

"Why did you think I would need a ride?" 

"I saw the scene with your boyfriend inside, he told you to wait for him but I knew he wasn't coming back, I have seen his type before."

"I didn't know you took in eavesdropping as a hobby but that was private conversation," she said a bit perturbed at my intrusion.

"Not too private, he was yelling at you. As his type will often do."

"You don't even know him and what exactly is his type?"

"That simple, he is a self-centered, arrogant self proclaimed pretty boy that think the world revolves around him and you my dear are but a mere satellite in his universe, in a perpetual spin around him." 

"You don't know anything about him."

"You know the sad thing is that beautiful women like you are attracted to these 'toxic guys' and then think all men are horrible after being burnt by these bums."

"And you are one of the good guys, right?"

"I don't know how good I am but my mother taught me how to treat women. She felt it was her duty to teach her sons the proper way to treat and respect women."

"Well if that is true, Mr. Good Guy, then tell your mother thank you from all the women of the world," she said in a tone ripe with sarcasm.

"My mother died this afternoon," I blurted out.

"Oh I am sorry, I didn't mean any offense" her tone changing, "my condolences to you and your family."

"Yeah" was all I could say.

We drove along in silence for a few miles when she asked me, "Are you married, is there some lucky woman that's benefiting from what your mother taught and I am not being a smartass I really want to know?"

"No, I am not married. I have been involved in some long term relationships, but right now I am alone."

"Your lucky" she said under her breathe.

"I heard you , why do you say that?"

"It just hard being in a relationship sometimes there are so many compromises, so many ways you have to accommodate the person you are with. I wish I could just be myself for awhile, I want to be me for just a little bit," then as she realized she has given too much away about herself, she just stopped talking.

"You know in a real relationship you do not change who you are, your partner complements who your are, both your strengths and faults and in a very good relationship you change for the better, you grow as a person and in the end your relationship is what sustains you into the future." 

"How do you know so much about relationship, Mr Single no-one-in-my-life man?"

I look at her in the rearview mirror, "Are you in a rush to get home?"

"What?"

"I asked are you in a rush to get home? I want to show you something."

"What is it?"

"It is a surprise, you have to trust me but it is definitely worth your time."

"Damn, I hope you are not a psycho and I regret saying this but OK , I'm game."

I turn off and head to Long Island, She keeps asking me where we are going and I kept telling her not to worry. We talked about love and life and how important it was having a strong sense of self in finding the right mate. 

Well, I was sped a little to make sure we wouldn't miss what I wanted to show her. The road was completely dark and she was now a bit nervous. But I had driven these roads a million times and drove each bend and curve as if they belonged to a lost lover I was reacquainting myself with. After about an hour's drive, finally we pulled up to a closed up beach house. 

"Whose house is this?"

"It is mine, hurry up we don't have much time."

"Why did you bring me out her because I am not getting out of the car until I know? Did you bring me out here to rape me, attack me, kill me? Damn, I knew this was a big mistake."

She seemed nervous and upset but I walked over to her and reached out my hand and said calmly, "I would never do anything to hurt you, ever."

She must have felt my sincerity or maybe she felt she had a better chance of running away standing up but she got out of the car.

"Come this way, quickly"

She followed as I headed onto the beach.

This is my favorite spot in the whole world. I looked up and the sky was full of stars. The stars, so bright that they looked as if someone splashed paint across the sky. I said nothing as I looked out and began to see along the black void that was the sea project a slight glimmer of light and as the sun began to rise the colors changed and then changed again. 

What is taken for granted by the entire world on a daily basis, the rising of the sun, was one of the most awe inspiring sites you could ever imagine.

She stood next to me, quiet and then she grabbed my arm and said "Thank you, I needed this." 

"This is one of those things that make you feel both small and grand at the same time."

"I know that I have some things to think about but you have helped to put things in perspective. You know you should have become a shrink."

"I was a shrink, in my former life."

"You were, what happened? Why are you driving a cab?"

"The short story, I lost my license to practice due to a problem I had with alcohol."

"Oh, I didn't mean to pry but you are so good, can you get your license back?"

"I like driving a cab, I meet so many different types of people and see everything. Plus if I hadn't been driving a cab I wouldn't have met you."

I leaned forward to kiss her, she started to kiss me and then pulled away. I said nothing but I took her arm and guided her back to the car. 

With the sun up, she got a good look at my beach house. "Wow, you own this place, its huge."

"A trinket left over from my days as a psychologist."

As we walked over to the car, she said "if you took me inside now, I wouldn't say no."

I looked at her and I knew that if I took her inside I would have her body but she would be lost to me forever. I stopped and said, "You look different to me now."

"How?"

"When I saw you in the bar, you were a sad but beautiful woman, now I can see the joy starting to shine through."

She smiled.

She got into the cab next to me and as we drove back to Brooklyn, she put her head on my shoulders. 

"My wife is dead, you know."

"Excuse me?" she said "I didn't catch what you said."

"My wife and my child are dead," I paused to catch my breath, then I continued" I killed them." The words penetrated my soul. I couldn't believe I had said them out loud. She sat up and moved away from me. I could feel her eyes staring into me. 

"Did you just say you killed your wife and child?" 

"Yes it was about five years ago on this very road, we were having a party one Saturday night at the beach house and of course I drank too much but I wanted to get back into the Manhattan to go to the Knick game that Sunday afternoon. So I loaded them all in Range Rover and despite protestations from my wife I began to drive." 

I stopped at this point because everything becomes police reports and court records to me because I have no actually recollection of anything at all after that moment of putting them in the car and starting the engine.

"Well somewhere along this road, about ten miles from my beach house, I veered onto the oncoming lane and had a head-on collision with a tractor trailer truck." my voice was now cracking, "my blood alcohol was off the charts and I was charged with vehicular manslaughter and DWI." 

Silence. She was waiting for more. What more could I really to ease the pain I was feeling at that moment but I continued the story, "A good lawyer and incompetence on the part of the DA allowed me to avoid jail but the judge remanded me to rehab and counseling. The State Ethics Board took away my license as it was my third DWI and I was deemed a danger to my patients and the community. I had hit rock bottom. "

"But one day I was out here drinking as usual, contemplating suicide and I looked at the sunrise, I mean I had seen many of sunrises after closing one bar too many but that day I really looked at the sunrise and as you witnessed, it was both glorious and humbling."

"I began to realize that I was missing out on the little but important things by focusing on the superficial. So I downsized my life and began to do things that I would enjoy." I stopped again and I could see that she had taken it all in but I couldn't tell her feelings about it.

She told me to pull over. I did and then she gave me a big hug, nice and loving and one meant to heal someone in pain. 

"You needed that." she said. 

"Yes, I did a whole lot." I said as I started the car and began to drive back to NYC. "By the way, you never told me where you lived."

"It doesn't matter anymore, I don't want to go back there, he'll be there when I get back and I don't want him in my life anymore. Besides he's toxic , you know," she said with a smile that was bright as the sun

"So what do you want to do," I asked.

She snuggled against my arm and said, "I want to see the sunset...with you." Her face was lit up again. This time her inner and outer beauty converged at once and she was truly radiant.

"If you could see what I see right now than you would know that there isn't any sunrise or sunset that could ever compare to the light and beauty that emanates from you when you are happy. It is truly a wonder to behold," I said, smiling to myself, as I remembered what my mother, the eternal optimist, always said, 'what God taketh away, God also giveths'.

"You know the best sunset are on the beaches of California. If we grabbed a plane now we can get there in time to catch it."

"Really, California?" she hesitated then she said, "I'd go anywhere with you."  

I took the exit that led us to Kennedy Airport and brought two tickets to Los Angeles, CA.

As the plane took off and this whirlwind romance kick in, I fell asleep knowing that what ever happens between us, we will both be better for it and that all that good relationship is truly about. 



Wait, I'm Straight...



A few weeks ago, it was a Friday night when Steve and I decided to hang out. We listened to music, drank a few shots and smoked a little. That evening, it didn't take long for me to get really buzzed and I ended up drifting off to dreamland earlier than expected.

I remember dreaming that I was passed out on the sofa, but was woken up by the feeling of something between my legs. Steve had taken my clothes off and was licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. In the dream, I felt like I was in a fog, but liked what he was doing and ran my hands through his hair as he pleasured me. I felt like I was going to cum, but wanted to feel him in me. I pulled him up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and asked him to fuck me. I kissed him as he slowly pushed his cock into me. He was fucking me slowly with long deep strokes and it wasn't long before I was extremely wet. The feeling was amazing and before I knew it, I was experiencing an incredible orgasm. Then everything went black.

The next morning I woke up dazed, confused and completely nude. Steve was walking in from the kitchen and I felt uncomfortable and covered up. He handed me a cup a coffee and asked how I was feeling. I told him a little rough and asked him why I didn't have any clothes on. Steve had a puzzled look on his face and asked me what I remembered about last night. I told him that we were drinking shots, smoked a few bowls, talked, and listened to music. I know I was really buzzed and at one point thought that I was going to pass out.

Steve said --- You were definitely fucked up, but that was just the beginning. About 11:30, you laid back on the couch and I thought you had passed out. A few minutes later, you undid your pants, pulled them down and started playing with yourself. I was surprised, but just sat back and enjoyed the show. The truth is that I had gotten hard and wanted to see you cum.

You were stroking yourself for a while when you decided to get undressed. You were too fucked up to do it yourself, so I helped. Once undressed, you laid back, spread your legs and then asked me to lick your pussy and suck your clit. And yes, you called it a pussy and clit! I hesitated at first, but then reached out and grab a hold of your dick. I stroked it for a few seconds, licked it and then gave you a blowjob.

It was a little odd, because it was like you were playing the role of a woman. You ran your hands through my hair, moaned softly and then told me that you wanted me in you. You stroked your dick, as I got undressed.

I used some lotion and then got between your legs and brought my dick to your asshole. You surprised me when you started kissing and hugging me as my cock slid in. It was as if you couldn't get enough! You really liked how it felt and even asked me to fuck you faster and harder. When I was cumming, I pressed my dick all the way in and grinded against your ass as I came. Right then, you let out a long guttural moan, your dick pulsed and then shot 5 or 6 good spurts of cum onto your stomach and chest. Then that was it. My dick was still in you when you leaned back and closed your eyes. I pulled out and tried talking to you, but you were out. I just covered you up with the blanket and slept in your bed.

Holy shit! I said. I thought I was dreaming! I remember thinking how real it felt, but since I saw myself as a woman I just assumed it was a dream. Damn, I really was fucked up!

I apologized and told him that I hoped what happened didn't hurt our friendship. I shared with him that, like most men, I wondered what it would be like to suck a dick, but never (ever) thought I would do it. I must have really been in la la land to ask him to fuck me in the ass. Without question, my darkest hidden desires were set free last night.

Steve said that he was happy and relieved that it happened. He has been fantasizing about doing it for years, even jacks off to gay and bi-sexual porn but never had the courage to pursue it. He also told me that he hoped that I would be up for more exploring. I didn't know what to say, but agreed to talk about it later.

Both of us were hungry and needed to eat so we went into the kitchen and made some breakfast. We didn't talk much and as soon as I was done, I got up to take a shower and freshened up. Steve had already showered before I woke up.

The warm water ran over me as I thought about sucking Steve's dick. I tried to imagine what it would be like when it throbbed and shot cum in my mouth. I started craving the feel and taste of his cum when a nervous, yet exciting feeling stirred within my gut. My mind wandered and I fantasized him fucking me in different positions. With me lying on my back, him fucking me doggy style and even with me straddling him.

Then it hit me, I realized that I didn't have any thoughts of fucking him and getting off. My thoughts and fantasies were more of pleasing and being used by him. I was the submissive one! I wanted to suck his cock, but it would be him fucking and cumming in my mouth. I wanted to feel his cock stretch my asshole and fill my ass, but it would be him fucking and shooting his cum into me. He would have the power and control over me. I wanted to be sexually dominated by him.

I finished freshening up and walked into my bedroom to get dressed and found Steve naked on my bed. Without hesitating, I dropped my towel as I walked over, climbed onto the bed and took his warm, heavy and meaty flaccid cock in my hand. I stroked him for a moment then leaned forward and took all 5 inches in my mouth and sucked on it. My mouth watered as it got hard, grew longer and thicker. I was sliding my lips up and down his hard 8-inch shaft and was amazed with how much my lips had to stretch to accomodate him. I wanted him to cum! I wanted to taste his juice!

After a while, he stopped me and asked me to get on all fours and I was surprised with how quick I complied. He held his dick as he brought it to my mouth forced it in again. My lips stretched around his cock as he fucked my mouth. 

While in that position, I imagined what it would be like to also have a thick cock fucking my ass at the same time. Fuck, I thought. How much sluttier can I get? 

He fucked my mouth for a while, then stopped and rolled me onto my back. He started licking my balls and used his wet tongue to massage them. (I remembered thinking that was one thing that I always wanted my girlfriend to do, but she never did.) Then he started sliding his mouth up and down my shaft, but stopped just as I was about to blow my load. 

Then he did something I didn't expect, but OMG it felt amazing. He started licking my balls and then worked his way down to my asshole. The truth is that I didn't want him to stop, it literally was an amazing feeling. Before long, he had two then three fingers twisting and sliding in and out. He looked deep into my eyes as he massaged my prostate and I was experiencing feelings I hadn't had before. I couldn't resist taking his face in my hands, closing my eyes and moaning softly as I kissed him.

My God! I thought. I'm kissing another man as he was sliding and twisting his fingers in and out of my ass. I felt a closeness I never had before and enjoyed wanting to please and be used by him. I had become his submissive slut. 

He stopped fingering my ass and moved me to the side of the bed. He stood on the floor and had me get on all fours. He grabbed the lube and fingered my ass some more. Fuck, I felt so submissive as he played with my ass. He then grabbed my hips and brought his cock to my asshole. He pulled me back as his meat slowly slid in. It was only a few seconds before he was pressing up against me. God! It was such an unbelievable feeling being filled like that. When he started sliding his cock in and out of me that pleasurable feeling only intensified. I wished there was also a cock for me to suck on as he filled my insides.

Fuck! Why did I deny myself of this pleasure for so many years? Everyone longs for this type of pleasurable feeling, sexual gratification. He grinded up against me and I moaned uncontrollably as he slid it all the way out again. I was experiencing mini-orgasms as his dick stretched my asshole and slid across my prostate. Before long, he increased his pace and I was asking him to fuck me faster, harder. His balls were slapping against mine each time he pounded into me.

It's hard to explain, but I had a feeling start to build deep within and it spread outward each time his cock filled my ass and spread my insides. I wanted more of this feeling and begged him not to stop. I knew I was acting like a slut, but couldn't help it. I wanted more...

He pounded into me with each thrust, his balls slapped against mine and again, I found myself begging him not to stop. He said he was about to cum and slammed into me hard and then grinded as he moaned loudly. His cock pulsed and shot streams of cum deep into me. Right then, I trembled as an unbelievable intense feeling spread through my body.

Every muscle in my body tightened, I couldn't breathe and felt like I was about to explode. All of the sudden, it was as if a million sparks ignited within me, I saw stars as the inside of my ass contracted, my asshole spasmed as my dick erupted and all that built up pressure surged out of me with a force I didn't know was possible.

I yelled as this full body pleasurable release came. My orgasm lasted, what seemed like minutes after cum stopped shooting and oozing out of me. It was the most powerful and amazing sexual release, I have ever experienced. Even my most intense and wildest moments with women cannot compare.

Steve and I then collapsed on the bed and lay next to each other as we caught our breath. After a few minutes, we talked about our bi-sexual feelings and made a pact to keep it between us. We wanted to continue having sex, but both of us wanted it to stay our secret. The two of us dozed off lying next to each other. 

I woke up a couple of hours later. Although my asshole was sore, I was craving the feel of him in me. I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, put quite a bit in my hand and started massaging his flaccid cock. He was fully erect when he woke up. Steve said that he wished his girlfriend would wake him up that way. I just smiled as I straddled him, reached under and placed his cockhead at my opening. His cockhead slid right in and I was able to slide all the way down his thick 8-inch shaft. I then placed my hands on his chest, moved up and down and felt his cock slide in and out of me. I imagined how I must have looked, but didn't care. This feeling was just too intense and pleasurable to go without.

Fuck, I loved when he stroked me, massaged my balls and grabbed my hips as his cock filled my ass. HIs cock was stretching my asshole and I couldn't get enough of this feeling. My ass slid up and down his shaft as my semi-erect dick bobbed with the motion. Steve's breathing got heavier and I knew he was getting close. I pinched his nipples as he forced his cock all the way in and he moaned loudly as he came.

I leaned forward, his cock was still in my ass when all of the sudden we heard, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" My girlfriend was standing at the bedroom door! 



Wait(ing) & See(ing)



You should probably read part I before reading this story. In part I, James and Oliver had played a game with the blindfolded Claire (James's wife) which led to them having a brief threesome. Thereafter, Oliver and James agreed that they should try to do a repeat performance with Sue. The opportunity arises when James travels down to visit his friends two days before Claire is to join them ...

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The last few weeks had passed slowly for James. When at last Oliver did ring up and told James that the coming weekend they would go for a repeat performance, his heart started pounding with excitement at the thought of what was to come.

They arranged for James to travel down on the Thursday evening and for her to join them all on the Saturday as she was travelling with work until then.

Thursday afternoon came and James arrived at Oliver and Sue's flat to the usual warm welcome. It was obvious that Sue had no idea of what the two men had got planned for her. They spent the evening together over a couple of glasses of wine and something to eat and chatted about life in general. As they talked, James and Oliver kept catching one-another's eye, both of them thinking back to that fateful weekend where they had seduced Jame's wife.

Since then, they had agreed that they would try to get Sue to join in a threesome - and the fact that Claire wouldn't be arriving for a couple of days may be the opportunity that they were waiting for. 

Jamie kept looking over to Sue as they were talking. She was a slim, small-breasted, blonde who had a tendency to be slightly distanced and always in control. She had a real power job at a bank in the city which fitted the image that she tended to project. Tonight, she was dressed in a pair of tight faded jeans and a soft white wool pullover. It hadn't escaped Jamie's attention as Sue walked by, just what a cute tight bum she had which set his mind wondering ...

Oliver for his part was thinking about how he could get Sue to go along with his plans. He knew that she liked Jamie - and maybe even fancied him - but that was a long way away from what he had in mind. The fact was though, he couldn't get his mind off the thought of Sue and Jamie together - even thinking about it gave him a hard-on. He sighed quietly - he was just going to have to take a risk and see what happens.

As the evening drew to a close, Sue announced that she was going to head off to bed. 

'Good night, James.'

She gave James a quick kiss on the cheek and headed towards the doorway. As she left the room, Oliver motioned for James to come over to him.

'You remember my last visit?'

James nodded. 'Of course.'

'Well tonight, you are going to get the first taste of things to come. Wait until Sue's in the bathroom and then come with me.'

'Where are we going?'

'You'll see soon enough.'

A few seconds later they heard Sue enter the bathroom and lock the door behind her. Oliver motioned once again to James who followed him out of the room and down the short corridor to Oliver and Sue's bedroom, where he opened a cupboard door. They heard the sound of the shower running.

'Hide in here and leave the door open a little!'

'What?! I can't do that!'

'Of course you can - I emptied it earlier and it's big enough to stand in.'

'Yes, but what if Sue sees me?'

'She won't. I'll turn the light down and pull back the sheets. She'll climb straight into bed knowing her.'

'And the cupboard door? Won't she see that it's open?'

'No way! Without her contact lenses, she will have problems even seeing the cupboard, let alone the door! When I come back, just push the door open enough to see - you have a perfect view of the bed from here. The door doesn't creak, I oiled it earlier.'

James tested the door. Sure enough, the door opened smoothly and quietly. Climbing into the cupboard, he found that he had more than enough room to stand comfortably and when he opened the door a little, had a perfect view of the bed.

'OK. I hope this works!'

'It will. Just enjoy yourself. Afterwards, when we go into the bathroom, you can sneak out to your bed again.'

'OK.'

The shower stopped.

'I'll go and get ready. Have fun!'

Oliver disappeared and knocked quietly on the bathroom door.

'Can you let me in?'

A muffled reply. 'Just a second.'

James listened to Oliver telling Sue that he had just showed James his room and that he was bedding down for the night. Then he heard the door close and lock once more. Pausing for a second, James took a quick decision - if he was going to get caught, he'd get caught regardless. And if he was going to see what he thought he was going to see, he didn't want to be stuck in a pair of tight trousers. 

Without a second’s hesitation, he stripped off his T-shirt, trousers and briefs und placed his clothes in a small pile at the bottom of the cupboard. Naked, he climbed into the other side and pulled the door too, leaving just a small gap so that he could see into the room.

He heard the bathroom door open again.

'Shall I go and say goodnight?'

'No, he might even be in bed by now.'

The door closed once again. Footsteps. Sue appeared in the bedroom dressed in a midnight blue silk chemise that just covered her bum. She walked over to the bed and climbed in and pulled the sheets up. A few moments later, the bathroom door opened once again and then Oliver entered the room, naked and sporting a healthy erection.

'Wow, that looks promising!'

'You better believe it.'

Oliver walked over to the bed, switched on the side-table light and turned off the main light in the room before pulling the sheets back, uncovering Sue as he did so. Now the bed was flooded in a circle of light and the rest of the room disappeared into shadows. James pushed the door open a fraction so that he could see her better. She was lying on her back and he could see the shape of her small breasts through the dark silk.

'Close the door Oliver.'

'No, not tonight.'

'Yes! James might see us!'

Oliver lay beside her and ran his hand over her silk-covered breasts and down her stomach to her crotch.

'He won't come out again. Anyway we would hear the door opening - you know how it creaks.'

'Yes, but ...'

'I want to leave the door open - the idea, the risk - turns me on. And we have often fantasised about James joining us ...'

'Yes, but that was a fantasy...'

'... which turned - turns - you on.'

Oliver let his fingers slip under her chemise and touched Sue's pussy through her silk panties. He was pleased to find that Sue was already damp.

'See - you are turned on - admit it!'

Sue whispered 'Yes.'

'Tell me louder.'

'Yes, I am turned on - OK?'

'Tell me what turns you on.'

'The thought of James watching me.'

'Then imagine that he is standing in the doorway watching us.'

'OK, that would be horny.'

'Why don't you take your top of and show him your breasts?'

James pushed the door open so that he had an unobstructed view of events. He was already erect and took hold of his throbbing cock in one hand. Sue sat up on the bed, looked briefly towards the open bedroom doorway and pulled her top off in one sweeping movement.

As she lay back on the bed, James took in her perfect breasts - small but beautiful with small coffee-coloured nipples. Sue was wearing a pair of pale blue silk knickers. Under the bright light of the side-table lamp, he could see the smooth erotic shape of her pubic mound through the thin silk.

Oliver let his hand slide up Sue's stomach to cup one breast. He gently rubbed her stiff nipple with the finger and thumb of one hand.

'Close your eyes and imagine that these are James's fingers on your breasts.'

Sue did so and Oliver risked a quick glance towards the cupboard and grinned.

'Does that feel good? What would you like James to do next?'

'Hm, yes, that's good. I want him to kiss my breasts and stroke my pussy.'

Oliver bent forwards and took first one, then the other nipple between his lips and let his tongue tease the erect bud. At the same time, he slid one hand down between Sue's thighs and cupped her silk-covered pussy in his hand. As his finger glided along the silk-coated pubic valley, his fingertip became wet with Sue's sex juices.

Sitting upright, Oliver took hold of Sue's pale blue silk panties by the waistband and slowly eased them down over her hips. As he did so, Sue lifted her pelvis so that he could pull them off completely. As he did so, he carefully flung them in the direction of the cupboard where James was hiding. By reaching out through the gap in the door, James was just able to pick them up and lifted the soft damp material to his face, taking in the sweet scent of Sue's arousal.

'Spread your legs for him, Sue - stroke yourself!'

Without a seconds hesitation, Sue spread her legs wide, Oliver moving to the side so that James had an unobstructed view of her pussy. Sue's left hand cupped one breast and held the nipple gently between finger and thumb. With the other, she started stroking herself, using the middle finger to run up and down her cleft with the pad of the finger. Within seconds, her hips and thighs were twitching slightly as her orgasm approached.

'Oh, Oliver, I'm going to come. Tell me more. Talk dirty to me!'

Oliver grinned.

'James is watching you from the doorway. He's naked and has got his cock in his hand. Now he's entering the room and climbing on to the bed ... between your thighs. He has grabbed hold of your legs behind the knees and is pushing them up over his shoulders.'

'Oh, yes, Oliver. Do you want him to ...'

'To fuck you?'

'Yes.'

'Do you want him to fuck you?'

'I ...'

'Tell me!'

'Yes!'

'Yes, what?'

'Yes, I want him to fuck me!'

'OK. Now he's rubbing the tip of his cock against you, making it wet and now he's slowly sliding into you...'

'Oh, God. Oliver fuck me now.'

Oliver needed no second bidding. Grabbing hold of Sue's legs, he pulled them up over her shoulders and thrust into her, supporting himself on his arms. As he built up a regular rhythm, James watched his buttocks tightening and relaxing and caught brief glimpses of his balls and glistening wet cock before he thrust back into Sue.

'Oliver! I'm coming!'

As Sue came, she grabbed Oliver's bum and pulled him deep into her, causing him to ejaculate deep inside her. She relished the feel of the hot sperm hitting the entrance to her womb and the twitches of his cock as his orgasm subsided. Oliver rolled off Sue and lay next to her on the bed.

'Oliver?'

'Yes?'

'Would you really want me to do it with James?'

'Maybe, yes.'

'Maybe or yes?'

'What do you think?'

'Well ...'

'Don't be coy - you know the idea turns me on - I am not going to hold it against you, promise.'

'Well, if I am honest then YES. I would just be worried about the repercussions and any way, I don't know whether HE would want to ...'

'I don't think that would be a problem. Let's see what happens this weekend.'

'What?!'

'Just take it as it comes. If you want to turn him on, I know how.'

'How?'

'He is into knickers. Tomorrow, wear something revealing and make sure that he gets flashes of your knickers.'

'How do you know that?!'

'He told me.'

'You'll have to tell me about that conversation some time.'

'No problem. Look, why don't you and James go shopping for underwear tomorrow? I'll think up an excuse why I can't go.'

'Oliver! He'll die of embarrassment!'

'I don't think so. If it bothers you, I will make the suggestion OK?'

'OK. But now I have to go and get cleaned up.'

'Me too.'

With that they climbed off the bed and crept quietly into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. James pushed the door open and stepped out. Grabbing his clothes from the cupboard, he closed the door and quietly walked down the corridor to his bedroom. Dumping his clothes on the floor, he climbed into bed, Sue's knickers still in his hand, his head full of pictures of Oliver and Sue.

Lying back on the mattress, he wrapped the silken bundle around the head and shaft of his throbbing cock and gave a couple of quick jerks. Although he had hardly touched himself, he was surprisingly close to coming. Something held him back though and he stopped what he was doing, placed the panties under his pillow and rolled onto his front, his erect cock trapped under his body. It took a long time for him to get to sleep that night ...

***

The next morning, James awoke to a quiet knocking on the bedroom door.

'Come in!'

Sue entered, carrying a mug of coffee.

'Hey sleepyhead, would you like a coffee?'

'You're a star, thank you.'

It was then that James took in what Sue was wearing. His eyes roamed slowly up from the slim naked legs to her thin white T-shirt, through which her small light-brown nipples jutted and a pair of bright red knickers were clearly visible.

'I'll put it down beside the bed, then you won't spill it.'

'OK, thanks. This is a real service - I could get used to this!'

Grinning, Sue crouched down on her ankles to place the coffee mug on the floor. As she did so, her legs spread and James was treated to the sight of Sue's panty-covered crotch less than a metre away from his face. He took the opportunity to study the smooth red material being pulled into her pubic valley, the lace front panel of her knickers with a thorny rose embroidered on it and the elasticised edging cutting into her soft skin. His slumbering body geared up and flooded his soft penis with blood until it swelled into its fully state, the images and thoughts of the evening before accelerating the process.

Sue looked at him, grinning.

'If you would like anything else, just let me know!'

Before he could answer, Sue spun around and stood up, giving him a quick glimpse of a her perfect bum wrapped in the red panties, before heading out of the room and pulling the door shut behind her.

Lying in bed, his cock stiff and his balls swollen and aching for release, James slowly drank his coffee and waited for his body to calm back down. Having finished his coffee, he pulled on a pair of turquoise blue briefs and a pair of dark blue Bermuda shorts and headed into the bathroom for a wash and shave. After washing, shaving and brushing his teeth, he picked up his mug from the bedroom and went into the kitchen where Oliver and Sue had laid the table for breakfast.

'Hey, James, did you sleep well?' Oliver asked with a grin.

'Not too badly thanks - I had difficulties getting to sleep, but otherwise OK!'

'Grab a seat. I've already got some fresh rolls from the bakers ...'

'... and here's a fresh pot of coffee.' Sue added.

'Thank you.'

James looked at Sue and saw that she was still wearing her white T-shirt. However, she had changed into a pair of black or dark blue knickers. She had obviously taken Oliver's comment to heart. Glancing to his left, he saw that she had hung her red panties over the backrest of her kitchen chair.

Noticing his glance, Sue blushed slightly and grinned.

'Oh, I forgot those, sorry. They were a bit damp so I hung them there to dry!'

Well, if that wasn't an admission, James didn't know what it was!

'Fine by me - you can hang as much of your underwear out here as you want!'

'Talking of underwear - I had promised that I would go shopping for underwear with Sue last weekend, but didn't make it. I have got some things that I need to do for work today. Would you mind, er ...'

'Going shopping for undies with Sue?! If she doesn’t' mind, I'd love to. What kind of stuff are you looking for Sue?'

Embarrassed, Sue didn't answer.

'Well, what do you normally wear?'

'Why don't you just show him what you've got on at the moment, Sue?'

'Er, OK, but they're nothing special.'

Sue stood up and lifted up her T-shirt. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of black cotton bikini-style knickers with a small black bow in the front. Turning around, she let the two men see her knicker-covered bum. The black material contrasted strongly with her pale skin and the plain elasticised edging gripped her firm buttocks tightly, forming a perfect smooth highlight.

'Very nice!'

'Thank you, but they are not exactly very exciting.'

'Fine by me. You can show me what you are looking for when we go shopping.'

'OK.'

'Why not let James choose?'

'That depends on what he chooses!'

'No risk, no fun!'

'True. Well, we'll just have to wait and see.'

They spent the next half an hour eating a breakfast of croissants and fresh rolls and chatting about the plan for the rest of the day. They agreed that they would meet up at the 'Classico' - a chic Italian café in the centre of town at 4pm.

Sue excused herself to go and get ready. The two men started tidying up the breakfast things.

'And? How was it?'

'Bloody horny! I thought I was going to bust a blood vessel in there!'

'And do you still want to fuck Sue?'

'More than ever!'

'Good - I can't wait either!'

Both men stopped talking as Sue returned.

'Wow!'

'Hey, power-dressing!'

'Ha ha!'

Sue had changed into a navy blue jacket and matching short navy blue skirt that hugged her pert bum. She was wearing a white cotton blouse through which the outline of a white bra could be seen and a pair of navy blue high-heeled shoes.

'So I'm ready to go.'

'I won't be a tick.'

James rushed off to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then headed to the bedroom and changed into a pair of loose white cotton trousers and a deep red short-sleeved shirt.

'So, we'll see you later Oliver!'

'Bye.'

'Bye, have fun!'



Wait, November



In my hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi, the story goes that a pumpkin farmer raced from his house toward the frantic pleas of his eldest daughter who lay pinned beneath a tractor. Upon seeing the girl, her father was seized by a tremendous burst of adrenaline, a miraculous shot of superhuman power that trebled his strength and allowed him to lift the machine off her. Little did I realize, there within the parable of Halloween lore, was the essence of society's dysfunctional relationship with woman.

How apropos. I sat behind the wheel of my rusted-out station wagon, sweat pouring over my temples and cheeks, afraid. Gazing into my rear-view mirror once more, I tried to see what no shortage of people had been fooled to assume was a young man—perhaps a little effeminate, but a man no less. Tragically, the one person my disguise couldn't fool was me. I saw the girl, the girl God had fucked around and made. My bag was not full of candy, but rocks. And with the last day of October, I was making All Hallows Eve the night of my resurrection.

When finally I mustered the courage to face down the mysterious black door and push it aside, I felt a cool rush of refrigerated cigarette smoke and him. The scent of man, chock-full and pissing, sweating, oozing adrenaline from every pore. I gazed down at a sunken jack o'-lantern that looked as though it could have been a leftover from last year. The stale aroma of lager and sex only deepened my inebriation, and I barely heard the command.

"Jesus, Man. In or out!"

I stumbled in, letting the door close behind me, and allowing a seedy darkness to swoop in. Before my eyes had even adjusted, long before my fear was fully sated, it occurred to me I'd been accepted. Jesus, Man. The absence of a syllable—homonym of rejection and pity—feeling no woe, told not, "Whoa," for they saw not a wo-man before them.

I felt their eyes and bore the weight, slinking into a dark corner strung with fabric cobwebs where I could watch without being so greedily appraised. My felt hat stuck to my head. My secondhand suit was rumpled and sweat-stained. My heart beat feverishly as the waiter-devil came and went, and I sat back to breathe the noxious fumes of testosterone, of whisky, and of homosexuality.

It was a place where Halloween was practiced like a dark art. Perched like museum sculptures in every corner of the bar were men in one form of self-deceit or another. Angels in black leotards, French maids with thick black mustaches, towering men with large misshapen breasts in old housedresses stolen from underused wives.

There were few places like it in the Bible Belt of 1963. I'd heard tell of it from a friend—from several, actually—who spoke of Dallas's underground fagdom with reverence. I'd driven all the way from Mississippi to Texas the night I was kicked out of college, desperate for some tangible truth about my backward existence.

My parents had tried. No counselor, no professional's opinion sought nor bought could shed light on my situation. Then came the pills, or dummy capsules, as my father called them. They left me scared of my skin, but otherwise quiet and complacent. Naturally, it was then that my parents declared victory.

Left alone to tend my burgeoning breasts, blossoming hips and raging fertility, I found myself inept to deal with boys and their disgustingly forward advances. None of it made sense to me. I studied my peers—the other so-called pretty girls who gushed at being crushed on—while, to me, such behavior seemed not only cumbersome and awkward, but somehow unjust.

The epiphany—it must be called that—was startlingly simple when it finally dawned on me. I'd sat through enough Streetcar Named Desire, watching the collision course of men like Stanley Kowalski and women like Blanche Dubois. They raced through my mind, every example of feminine weakness I'd been shown since my awakening within society Americana. Not only had we been consistently portrayed as brittle, fickle, confused, dim, incompetent, emotional, quivering, trembling, bumbling, hopeless, blushing, gushing, fussy and flighty—we were.

In the weeks leading up to my expulsion, I'd felt it gaining strength. I felt as if my own body were turning gold to brown, and preparing to curl up and twist on the branch like a dead leaf. Fliers announced the coming of the costumed orgies. Men and women touched openly on campus. I'd hear a passing conversation about what devil of a man he'd make, how delicious a wench she might become. For one night, they could be anything but themselves with the comfort of waking up the following morning and showering away the makeup and the hangover. 

My hangover was born of a life in bondage. My entire being so rejected the mold I was being forced to accommodate that I knew there must be some mistake, some fatal error on the chemical level. I was, as I saw it, a man sewn into female flesh. I was convinced that God had taken a royal shit when assigning my gender. Never mind the fact that I'd begun to crave sex, actually fantasizing about the exquisite pain my friends described à la cock meunière.

Early into that Halloween evening in Dallas, men were competing for my attention, emptying their tales of sorrow into my parched ears while we listened to the teeming peals of costumed street urchins racing by unattended, outside our sanctuary. I don't know why they felt comfortable with me, whether it had anything to do with my secret, but as I smiled at the black rubber bats dangling from the ceiling, I tried hard not to think about it. I was being accepted. And more, I was just one of the ghouls, slouching, pissing and moaning, bearing the weight of the world on my shoulders and getting naught but ungrateful sneers from its hetero-passenger.

"I wish she'd fall off a cliff."

I'd learned a lot about being a man. Certainly, the married sort. Tragically, that Dallas bar was nothing more glorious than a refuge for a man whose true self was hostage to job and spouse, and the reality of that November would soon dawn. It seemed unthinkable to me—almost criminal—that these pillars of bunched nerves and raw strength, parading around with such pride and expression, could be brought down to their emotional knees by societal conformity. Unlike woman, man could rely on himself. He ought to maintain duty to no one else. But, to listen to my friends, it seemed as if I'd gotten it all wrong.

Either through fear of public ridicule, church indoctrination or financial implosion—the way I saw it—the great Dons of masculinity had been fooled, lured and bound by the shackles of a society no longer appreciative of his ability to mold life from raw material. He'd been sold a pithy freedom, then weighted beneath the burden of responsibility to another—shackled to a weaker wife ands, forced to do menial chores and be in bed by a reasonable hour.

And what of those who'd signed the contract in blood, only to discover they'd no love for women at all? Bludgeoned by the dictates of religion, the latent homosexuals pledging servitude to a life they could never truly live. No less gruesome than the black and white horror movie that flickered on the bar's television screen.

It was a surprise when he slid his fingers between mine. He was dressed as Humphrey Bogart. He was a fag who'd had the good fortune of knowing what he was at puberty and never looking back. He was mustached—older by the time I entered his world—and in possession of the thickest black eyebrows I'd ever seen. His wrinkles had been filled in with a black eye pencil to make them more expressive. His arms wore a black coat of fur, and I knew he was strong the moment he grabbed me. 

We made our way past the sheets and spooks and queer queens. I turned my back to him in the bathroom so he could press against me, to shove me against the wall. My body was florid and aching, and he breathed hotly into my neck. 

"Don't ever forget this night," he hissed. How would I? I was a wilting virgin. 

The catch unsnapped from the front of my jeans and he dragged them down over my butt, exposing my pale hot flesh. I breathed deeply, feeling crushed by his weight and the gauze bandages wrapped around my tits meant to hide them. He ought have been a vampire the way he bit at my neck, and then he reached past me to jab at the liquid soap dispenser. A blue gel spat into his palm until overflowing, and he drew back, shoving his hand between us.

I gasped at the cool sensation slithering down the crack of my ass, then a finger—the first ever—as it pushed to enter me. He kissed me, his free hand clinging tighter as he misinterpreted my rectum's natural response to invasion.

"You'll be okay," he said gently. I believed him and did my best to relax, waiting, fearful and full of want. He plumbed me with his finger and I listened to his breathing grow heavy and moist. His Bogey hat fell to the floor, but I didn't care. I felt dizzy, unable to draw a complete breath. No sooner had I felt his finger's retreat that I experienced the first stab of real pain. It was the moment I began to live—something akin to a Christian's being born again—biting my lip and crying through the bitter sting of soap and stretching. His cock began to fill me and I gazed wide-eyed into the cobweb-covered bathroom mirror, beholding with awe his semi-holy expression of pure innocence, and perhaps, yes, holiday gratitude.

Reality came crashing back when he placed his hands at my hips and thrust. Forced forward to squint, clench my teeth and clutch at the edges of the dirty sink, I was fucked hard and without mercy. Steadying myself, I jabbed a hand down to my crotch, stabbing a pair of fingers into an already sodden cunt. A fire rippled through my thighs as he slammed against me. The pressure was tremendous. Our moans melded—me growling as he growled, groaning as he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

When he came, he told me. I visualized the spurting weapon ejecting deep within my bowels as he shook and whimpered. I couldn't even remember how it'd begun, now so readily colliding with its feverish climax. Yes, a fucking miracle, and had I come with him, it just might have been enough.

Later, as I lay draped across a loveseat in the back of the bar, inebriated and listening to the kissing, touching ghosts, I was overcome by a revolting body. My own. I shivered and clung to myself. Playing a man had taken its toll. I was Cinderella's wet dream, and midnight was nearing. 

A man came to me in a violent dream. He slid a stubby revolver into his long-tailed coat and beckoned me to follow. We slipped like shadows into a theater, slinking over plush carpets and pushing aside blood-red curtains as we went. All at once, I saw a tall man who sat alone in his private box. His beard was as scraggly as it was phony. He was tapping his knee in time to the rhythm of a melody being hummed by the costumed actors below. I stood stone-faced as the man beside me withdrew the revolver from his coat, grinning a grin at me and whispering, "The trick is the treat." When his victim toppled to the floor, I recognized the costumed man as Abraham Lincoln.

I heard the call in my sleep, and when I woke staggeringly sober, I knew what I must do. I was stronger than I'd ever taken credit for, myself capable of throwing off the yoke of oppression and leading my fellow man beyond a night of rotten candy and childish pranks. I would stake our claim on November and carry Halloween to the Promised Land. I could make the world remember when men were masked avengers, crusaders with secrets we proudly kept, leaders of all, slaves to no-one and nothing.

A cigarette was stuck in my face and I took a drag off it. "Be rid of her," I said. "I could do it."

The shadow before me Jack Selig. He was broad-shouldered and bear-like. He was JFK. Beautiful. He leaned back and eyed me cautiously. After all, I'd just proposed he do his wife and have done. We sat across from one another, the table a clutter of beer bottles and a smoldering ashtray, the night dying to wane but for our refusal to give in. Jack knew I was serious, and the way he looked at me I knew it too.

"She's home now. I could pay you to do it. I will pay."

I'd rung the doorbell all of seventeen times before a youngish woman with brown hair stood before me in a nightgown. She was disheveled and upset. 

"The trick is the treat," I said and forced myself inside. Jack's wife screamed and collapsed to the floor where I fell on top of her. But she was strong, and she clung to my jacket and pulled me to the floor beside her. 

"Who are you?" she cried, clawing my face and mussing my costume. My hair came unfastened and fell over my shoulders. She gathered it into her fingers and yanked. 

"Christ!" I shouted, trying to get my arms free of her nightgown. 

"You're just a girl," she said and I froze. She let go of my hair and reached out to caress my face. I felt tense and angry, as though I'd betrayed myself and my order. Her touch was indescribable, gentle and yielding. 

"Leave me alone," I said feebly. My brain pulsed, and I felt aflush with liquid heat and blood-red confusion. 

I could not be sure, but it seemed as though she was unbuttoning my shirt, running her fingers over the rough gauze wrapped around my chest. When the lengths of bandage fell away, we gazed together at my breasts. The sharp nipples and small bulbs blushed from where they endured the shell of the man I'd worn like a cloak.

"It was awfully tight," said Jack's wife, kissing between my breasts.

I closed my eyes, feeling her supple body beneath mine. "It was."

"Yes. So tight." She kissed my nipples and circled them with her tongue.

We moved with purpose, hurried and awkward, tearing one another's undergarments, climbing and pressing ourselves together. Her pale flesh was coursing with heat and trembling tendons. I pressed myself between her legs, grinding hard as she bucked and hooked her ankles through mine.

Glossy green eyes stared up at me. Her breasts heaved and pancaked. I gazed down at our cunts, twisted and tangled, her blood-filled lips peeking out beneath the coarse thatch—grinding, splitting and fraying my nerves with every impassioned grunt.

She rolled her eyes and purred, grinning and whimpering at me. Her arm snaked out and felt through my discarded jacket. In a moment, she had my knife open and was leaning back, tracing the blade over her belly.

"You'd have killed me," she teased.

"Stop," I told her.

"Show me. Show me how you'd have slain me on such a night." She drew the sharp tip between her breasts and fucked me harder.

"Don't be stupid," I hissed. "You'll hurt yourself."

She put an arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, but I turned my head. I felt the sting of cold steel when the knife touched my skin. "Don't be that way," she groaned into my ear. I didn't want to kiss her, wanted only to come, to be done. I'd not gone to Selig's house to fuck his wife—I'd gone for the sake of destiny. My destiny. Was the hope of a new November to be dried up?

She was close, digging her heels into my butt, gasping for breath. "Yes, yes, yes." Her hand was between us, fingers suddenly inside me. I cried out as my stomach twisted into knots and my whole body went tight. A flood of searing moisture swept outward from my core.

"You lovely girl. You sweet, sweet thing." Her brown hair was matted to her forehead, and I felt such hatred for her—hatred I'd reserved for myself—the thing within the costume—but couldn't own.

"Shut up," I groaned.

"You wouldn't hurt a soul," she whispered, taking my hand from her breast and guiding it to the knife pressed to her skin. She closed her hand tight over mine, forcing me to clutch the hilt.

"Stop," I growled. My head was pounding, vision blurring and I thought I saw her face as the sagging jack o'-lantern outside the black door of that Dallas bar.

"You're not a man. You're a woman. Just a girl. They knew. At the bar, they all knew. Jack told me you were coming."

"No," I said, gripping the knife, tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't tell what was real, nor why she insisted on punishing me. I was John Wilkes Booth, I was Lee Harvey Oswald. A man of destiny. I was the farmer who lifted the tractor from Lady Liberty's broken back. I had not come with candy. I'd come with poison for anyone who'd ever spat at us and forced us into drag.

"I'm a man," I told her.

Her blushing expression turned dark, and she sneered. "You fucking idiot! I want you, don't you see? You came on behalf of Jack? What about me? What about what I had to endure? You don't know me, where I came from! He sent you to me as my Halloween present. They all know about you, my girl. " She grabbed my hand hard. "You want to do it? Carve me like a gourd? You're drugged out. What's the matter with you? You're no man. You're not even a boy! You're completely revealed! The night is over."

"Shut up!" I cried.

"Stupid girl. Wake up!" She started to push away.

The extra syllable—like extra baggage—woe. The extra syllable—homonym for rejection—whoa. I leaned forward and felt the blade go in. I watched the eyes widen with surprise, the mouth open and go tight, and I braced myself for the scream. But it didn't come. And the candlelight in her lantern-eyes flickered and went out.

"You're wrong," I screeched. "I bear the weight of the world. I am the last man of a disgraceful October!" 



Wait Until the Wedding



My family and I had come back to my mothers' hometown after my dad had lost his job. He was going to open his own garage and used car lot. Mom was going teach in the junior high. I was playing football that season. I had turned an ankle in practice on Wednesday and was on crutches on the sidelines.

The cheerleading squad came running across the field in their little short skirts and this was the first time I had had a chance to do more than glance at them. Some were tall, some were short but there was one that took my breath away. She wasn't any prettier than the others but something about her just made me want to grab her. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She finally saw me watching her and smiled at me and waved. I waved back and turned red but I couldn't keep myself from watching her.

After the game as we all left the field she came beside me and ask, "How did you hurt your foot?" I told her I had turned it during practice. She stayed beside me talking until we got to the field house and told me she would see me later, as she left to catch up with the others. I forgot to even ask her name. I found it in a picture on the bulletin board.

Patty is a dark complected, smooth skinned person with dark blue eyes. She is about 5'6" and weighs 115 lbs. Her jet-black hair hangs down to her shoulders in big curls. Her long legs are the prettiest I have seen. It is hard for me to keep my eyes off them.

I am 6'2" and weigh 192 lbs. My skin is tanned and my eyes are a light green. I have been told I was handsome a few times but I know I am only average in looks. I am a shy, quite person and I don't like to talk much but I do like to listen to others. 

Patty and I starting talking to each other when we would meet in the hall at school and on the field. We started dating about three months before I graduated. She asked me out the first time and as I look back on it, I think it was because my dad had opened his garage and used car lot and I had a car to drive.

We would go to the mall and drive around the little drive-in that was still up and running. I think she just liked to be in the spotlight. It was around this time that she started talking about getting married and "The Wedding".

She would never let me touch her in the way couples touch and hug and kiss. I did not kiss her until we had dated for two months and then it was a closed mouth kiss and lasted maybe ten seconds. Anytime I would try to hug her she would squirm away and shake her head and say, "No."

After I graduated I started working in my dads garage and decided I liked it and would get some schooling in mechanics.

During the next year I fell deeply in love with Patty.

Patty graduated and started going to the local junior college. I knew I loved her and I told her all the time. She would tell me she loved me but she did not want to do anything until after we were married. She would tell me, "We are going to wait until the wedding."

We were out one night, parked at the drive-in and I was trying to hug her and kiss her and she kept turning her head and slapping my hands.

I said, "Patty, we need to talk about us. I am not sure you love me and this may be a mistake."

Patty said "Bob, I do love you more than anything but we are not going to do anything until we are married."

I said, "Did you ever stop and think we may not be right for each other. You have never given me a proper kiss or let me touch you in any way. Do you realize that I have only touched your hand and your back when we did the little short hug. I want and need more than that. I want to give you deep kisses and touch your breast. I want to feel your legs. I want to caress your body and run my tongue into your mouth. PATTY, I want to make love to you. We don't have to go all the way but we do need to know if we are comfortable with each other."

She looked at me like I had slapped her and started crying and told me, "If that is what you want, you can take me home right now."

I said, "Baby, why do you want to wait until we are married to do anything. We can hug and kiss and feel of each others body without going all the way."

She said, "You just want to stick your thing in me and shoot all that old nasty stuff in me and on me and I am not going to let you do it. Until we are married that is." 

I said, "Well, Patty, I am a twenty year old virgin and I don't want to wait for another year to lose that. I think this is a little ridiculous to not kiss, hug and do some of the things that couples do."

Patty said. "Take me home. I am mad. I cannot believe that you could suggest that to me. You are crazy if you think I am going to do any of that before I am married. TAKE ME HOME."

AS I drove her home I tried to to talk to her but she sat by the door with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

I said, "When can I see you again?"

As she got out out the truck and slammed the door she said, "I will let you know."

I didn't hear from her the next week and I had to leave to go to Atlanta for a three months mechanics course. I wanted to call but I wanted to give her some time to think about everything. I didn't want to upset her any more than she was already.

I bought a cell phone to take with me so mom could call and we decided I would turn it on only when I was in the room at night. Mom would call every night between six and eight. The second week I was there the phone rang about seven fifteen and I said, "Hello, Mom how are you?"

There was a moment of silence and this voice said, "Why didn't you tell me you was going to be gone for three months? Are you coming home at all during those three months? You don't love me. Do you?"

After I got over my shock I said, "You said you would let me know when you was ready to talk and I haven't heard from you either."

Patty said, "Well you should have called and you would have if you loved me."

I didn't say anything.

She screamed, "Well, are you going to tell me you love me or not?"

I said, "Patty, I am not going into this on the phone. Call me when I come home and we can sit down and talk this out. I will be home in a little over two months."

She said in a much nicer tone of voice, "Bob, I love you and I want you home with me. I miss you and we need to talk about some things I want to do for the wedding. OOH it is going to be so nice. Bob, can I call you every night? I want to see you so bad. I really have missed you. I don't know if I can go two months without seeing you."

I said, "What have you missed about me? You sure didn't miss my kisses or my hugs. I think all you miss is me carrying you all over town."

"Bob, Why are you being so mean? I love you but I want to save myself for marriage."

I said "Yeah whatever."

She said, "BOB, don't talk like that. Don't you love me? What is wrong with you? Have you been running around on me with another woman?"

I said, "That might not be a bad idea as I have only dated a girl up til now." 

She said, "I am a woman, not a girl."

I said, "Well, You couldn't prove it by me."

Patty said, "BOB, you are mean. What has happened to you? You are not the same shy sweet boy that I know. Why are you so bitter?" 

I said, "Patty, I want a woman that I can kiss and stick my tongue in her mouth and she will stick hers in my mouth. I want to kiss her body all over. I want to suck her tits. I want to eat her pussy until she cums. I want a woman that I can make love to and enjoy her body. I want a woman to kiss me like she means it and rub her body on mine. I want her to suck my cock and let me cum in her mouth and her swallow my cum because she loves me."

I stopped when I realized I was talking to a dead phone. I called mom and told her I would call her tomorrow night. I told her that I was not feeling good and wanted to lie down. We told each other "I love you" and she said, "By the way I gave Patty your number. She sounded upset. Is everything okay with you two?" 

I said, "I don't know, mom. I will talk to you later. Bye" 

The phone started ringing and I saw it was Patty. I didn't want to talk so I turned the phone off. I decided I had some thinking to do and some decisions to make.

The rooming house I was staying in had about twelve rooms and we got two meals a day. There were only four older men and myself, plus a woman that looked to be in her late thirties and her 18 year-old daughter. The mothers name was Ramona and the daughters name was Judy. Judy and I would set on the porch after supper and talk. We would set in the swing and I had told her about Patty and how frustrated I was about things. She had a boy friend but they didn't get along because he would come to their house and drink beer with her dad and then try feeling her up. Judy's father drank a lot and beat on her mother. That was the reason they were in the rooming house. They had left home to get away from her dad. Remonas aunt owned and run the house.

After a few nights on the swing we started to hold hands and kiss. She would let me feel her breasts outside her clothes and run my hands up the outside of her legs and over her butt. We would both get worked up and she would stop me and say, "I am a virgin and can't do this."

Her mother caught us one night and made Judy go to their room. Ramona sat down in the swing with me and said "Bob, How many women have you had sex with?" 

I was stunned, but I told her, "None." She was silent for a minute and said, "We need to have a little talk about this later."

I said, "Okay."

The next night Ramona took Judy and me to their room and told us that she knew we were old enough to do what we wanted but she wanted us to know what could happen if we were not careful.

She said, "I want to teach you about sex. Bob I want to show you how to make love to a woman, to teach you how to please a woman. How to caress her body and use your hands, mouth, tongue and lips to drive a woman wild."

She told Judy she would teach her how to please a man.

She did teach me how to kiss using my tongue, how to kiss a woman's ears and neck, how to use a firm touch and a light touch using just the finger tips. She taught me how to go all over her body with my mouth, tongue, fingers and lips. I was instructed how to caress her breasts and nipples, up and down her sides, how to caress along each side of her clit, the firm and soft touch on her legs and up to her pussy. How to use my fingers inside and outside her pussy and ass. She taught me how to eat pussy and lick around her asshole, how to find the G-spot and caress it to bring a woman to orgasm.

She taught Judy how to kiss, lick and feel a mans body. She taught her how give a blowjob and how to jerk a mans cock. She taught her how to kiss and lick an ass-hole, to swallow cum, to move her hips when being fucked and how to ride a cock. I was a more than willing subject.

She taught us how to be lovers and respect our bodies and the bodies of others. Yes, I fucked each of them and made love to each of them the rest of the time I was there. I will never forget either of them as long as I live.

The school came to a close and I left to go back home. Patty had called a few more times but it was the same old thing. She seemed to want to control me and all she wanted to talk about was the wedding. The last six weeks she never called and I figured she had got tired of not getting the response she wanted from me.

I said goodbye to Ramona and Judy and told them that I loved them. I told them if they ever needed car repairs or to buy a car to get in touch.

I got home on a Friday afternoon. Mom met me at the door and I could tell she was upset. I asked what was wrong.

She said, "Bob, what is wrong with you? Why haven't you called Patty? She has called here every day crying."

I said, "Mom, I have tried to talk to Patty but all she wants to talk about is the wedding. She doesn't want to talk about our feelings and us. She wants to wait until the wedding to do anything. I can't even get a proper kiss from her. When she hugs me it lasts for three seconds and then she pulls away. I agreed to wait until the wedding to go all the way but I need some hugs and kisses and a little intimacy. I don't know what to do. I am about to give up the whole idea and tell her to find her another patsy." 

Mom said, "I don't know what to say but I will help you if I can. You and she needs to work that out on your own."

I called Patty Saturday evening and asked her to come over for supper. She came over at six. She walked into the house and gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "We need to go somewhere and talk."

I said, "Okay, Later."

As we ate supper all she wanted to do was talk about "The wedding". Her mother had dropped her off, so I told her I would drive her home. We left and started to her house when she said, "Lets go to the old lake and park." 

It surprised me and I said, "What?" 

She said, "Lets go to the old lake and park."

She had never let me take her to the old lake. As soon as we left she slid over on the seat and placed her hand on my thigh and said, "I have a surprise for you tonight."

I didn't know what to say. When we got to the lake and stopped she was all over me. I had to fight her off.

I grabbed her hands and said, "What has got into you?" 

She said, "I want you to fuck me."

I said, "WHAT?"

She said, "I want you to stick that big ole dick in my pussy and fuck the shit out of me. I have changed my mind about having sex before we get married. I want us to do all the things you talked about, plus I want to have sex. 

It shocked me so bad I had to get out of my truck and walk off. She ran after me and tried to grab my cock.

I said, "What the hell is going on with you?"

She told me she loved me and she wanted to fuck my brains out. I was so stunned I could not think straight. I told her to get in the truck. I said, "I am taking you home. Are you on drugs or something?"

She said, " No, I just want you to fuck me. That is what you want isn't it?"

I said, "No. I just want to able to love you and hug you and kiss you."

She said, "What is it with you and your hugging and petting and kissing and all that shit? You are being an asshole. Did you meet someone while you was gone? All you wanted to do before you left was paw my tits and stick your dirty tongue down my throat. Now I want you to fuck me and you get all righteous on me. Take me home, Motherfucker.You had your chance and blew it."

When I got her home, she jumped out of the truck and slammed the door. As she walked away she said, "Kiss my ass, Bastard." 

Now I was in turmoil. It had floored me and I did not sleep much that night.

When I got to the garage Monday morning all the gang was glad to see me and wanted to know how the school was and did I get any pussy while I was there. I told them the school was great and "no" I didn't get any pussy.

Later on Russ walked up beside where I was taking a distributor off a car and told me he needed to talk to me. Russ was a very good friend of mine who had started working for dad when he opened the shop.

I said, "Let me get this starter off and I will meet you in the break room." 

When I got to the break room, Russ and I talked about how things had been going and then he said, "I know this is none of my business and I don't want you to get mad at me but I have seen Patty around town a couple of times with Derek Brown."

I said, "Who is Derek Brown?"

Russ said, "He was the quarterback the year before you started to school here. I don't want to get anything started but he is known as a "cunthound". He likes to brag about all the pussy he gets."

I told him, "Thanks. I appreciate your concern and I might need your help later on."

I didn't know what I was going to do or even if I wanted to do anything, but I knew something was not right.

Later that week Derek Brown brought his car in with a minor problem. He was bragging real loud about this really hot chick he was banging the shit out of and every once in a while he would glance over at me.

He said, "I am getting some of that tonight, buddy."

All of a sudden it hit me that here is a chance to see if something was going on with him and Patty. I walked over to Russ who was working on Derek's car and told him my plan. He looked at me and got a big grin on his face and said, "You asshole." 

We told Derek that we would have to order the part and it would take a week to come in, but we would get a part out of a wrecked car and get him on the road until then. There was nothing wrong with the car except a line had come loose. We told Derek to come back late that afternoon and it would be ready.

Russ is an electronic whiz. Russ went home and got two miniature cameras and a voice recorder. We put miniature mikes by the steering column and between the side of the back seat and the door. We hooked up one of the cameras in the dashboard to pick up what happened in the front seat. The other camera was put in the back of the front seat to pick up what happened in the back seat. The cameras had to be turned on within 500 feet of the car by remote control, so we would have to follow them if what we planned was to work. They were all hooked up to a recorder in the trunk of the car. This was all hid under some clothes and other stuff. We would be in trouble if Derek found it. 

That night Russ and I got one of the cars off the sales lot and drove over to Patty's street and parked where we could watch her house. Just after dark Derek drove up into her drive, got out and went to the door. Patty came out in a little cheerleaders' outfit with a snug fitting top that showed she was not wearing a bra. The skirt was pleated and just did cover her ass. She twirled around one time and we saw her purple panties. They got in the car and drove off.

Russ flipped a switch on this little black box he had and said, "Let the fun begin. I turned the front seat camera on and the voice recorder also."

Russ and I followed them at a safe distance. They drove by the drive-in and made two trips around the lot and then left. We had parked down the street and waited on them. They drove to a popular make-out area for teens (the old lake). After they parked we got as close as we felt comfortable with and waited. We drank a few beers and ate the sandwiches that I had made.

After about twenty minutes they got out of the front seat and got into the back seat. Russ changed to camera two setting and we waited some more. We could see the car moving and faintly hear noises but we were too far away to distinguish words. This went on for about half an hour before they got back into the front seat and drove off.

We followed them to Patty's house where she got out at the curb and went into the house. We decided to follow Derek just to see where he lived. We were surprised when he went to a house in the upscale part of town. When he drove up to the house a young woman came running out and got in the car and they drove back to the same place. The old lake.

We decided we had enough tape time left and we would see what was going on with this scene. The same thing happened as before. They stayed in the front seat for a while and then moved into the backseat. He took the woman home and drove to another section of town. He stopped at a run down house, got out and went in. We waited about fifteen minutes and figured this is where he lives. We left and went home.

The next morning Russ called Derek and told him we had found the part and to bring his car in. When he got to the garage Russ told Derek that he would have to leave the car and he could pick it up about 4pm. After he left Russ took all the equipment out of the car and put it in a cardboard box and put it in his pick-up. We could hardly wait until the day was over to see what we had.

As soon as we got off work that afternoon we went to Russ's house. He took the box into the house and started to set up the videotape and voice tape and hook it up to his TV system. I got us a beer from his fridge and we settled down to watch what we had. It took a few minutes for him to get the video and voice in sync. What happened then just about floored me. The cameras were low-light cameras, but if the moon had not been full I don't think we would have gotten very good images.